Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, lost in time -- sort of, continues to make repairs. Last week we decided to head towards an area of space we think we can hold up at until to make larger scale repairs. Engineering is preparing for trial runs of a slightly unbalanced warp drive, while helm plots our course to avoid any prying eyes. Medical, meanwhile, is working on a situation with Ensign Mincine. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: :: In medical :: Cptn Swain: ::Having taken enough time to grab a ration, something reporting to be a warm drink ration, and a shower to clean off the blood from his hair, Swain rejoined the bridge crew still wearing the cool looking bomber jacket because we paid a pretty penny for this prop so I gotta wear it this whole arc I think:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Down in engineering, Miranda was bent over one of the consoles to monitor the warp drive as they ran the power cycle through the new nodes they'd had to replace.:: So far, so good. Ready to make an attempt, Chocox? How's the structural readings on the damaged nacelle? Power or no power, if it breaks apart while we're at warp, it won't be pretty. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is in her own little world in her private room in medical, going on and on. :: "Aren't you afraid of the psych test? I've been thinking about it all week..." Hakran K'hal: :: down in sickbay he has, with the help of an engineer he literally grabbed by the scruff of the neck and dragged in, upgraded the medical scanner in Irene's room to be the 2nd most sensitive chroniton and temporal field scanner on the ship :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Replicators are largely still down, so its rations or whatever we happened to have stored away as real good by the way. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up to check in on Irene... knocks :: Irene? Hunter Matheson: ::hunched over the helm console with a few other helmsmen, working on routes toward option one, evasive maneuvers when/if needed, munching on energy bars every now and then, and estimating TA at the moon::: William Chocox: ::looks over his display:: The structural integrity is as good as we’re going to get. Maryse Dubois: ::With Hakran, in Irene's room, observing.:: Irene Mincine: "Hmm?" :: Irene looked to the door to the room. :: "You don't need my permission to enter, Romulan bastard." :: The time that's passed seems to have made her temporal displacement somewhat worse. :: Hunter Matheson: Yeah, that looks good, but we need an alternative and an evasive corridor. Don't like the looks of that section of the asteroid belt. ::discussing stuff with the others::: Hakran K'hal: :: watching the readings :: Cptn Swain: ::Takes a drink of the reported coffee mixture:: Indaura Ryssan: Oh, well, this is rather crowded. :: Hears Irene speak. Answers with awkward silence. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright... let's see how this goes. ::She tapped her badge:: +Bridge+ Hawthorne to the bridge. We're ready to test the modified solo warp drive. Hunter Matheson: ::looks up:: Oh... right. Rhan K'hal: This should be interesting. Now where did I put that five-point harness? Hakran K'hal: :: glances over and gives Indaura a sympathetic grimace :: Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: You would think that in the year twenty three friggen eighty-eight Cptn Swain: They could make fake coffee. Maryse Dubois: :;Looking over Irene's vitals.:: Of all the things, why does it have to be time travel? Cptn Swain: That didn't taste like an ashtray. Hunter Matheson: ::slips into the helm chair, making sure it's sturdy, and buckles up:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Recording some vitals : Rhan K'hal: You lick a lot of ashtrays, sir? Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ Acknowledged, Commander. Hunter Matheson: ::K'hal:: Helm is set. Cptn Swain: ::Looks at R'han with a raise eyebrow:: I would think you of all people would know how taste and smell are connected. Hakran K'hal: There was probably some sort of cosmic checklist of what the Excalibur hadn't experienced yet. Cptn Swain: ::Takes his chair:: Cptn Swain: (( *opens check list* Hmmm )) Rhan K'hal: :: grins :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright, warp core is online and power seems to be holding steady. Let's see how we do making a warp field. Irene Mincine: :: Irene scowls at the others in the room. :: "You can throw me out the airlock, I'm not telling you anything about the 24th century." Maryse Dubois: I wouldn't be surprised. Someone definitely has it out for us. Cptn Swain: What's our status? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Bridge+ Engine is ready for testing. I'd suggest taking it slow. We aren't going to get more than warp three or four out of this. Let's start at one. At Helm's pleasure. Hunter Matheson: Helm is a go. Rhan K'hal: All other departments are as good as they're going to get for the time being, Captain. Hunter Matheson: ::monitoring all the bells and whistles, adjusting for solo warp ::: Cptn Swain: Alright. William Chocox: Let’s hope this goes according to plan. Cptn Swain: Alert all stations. Rhan K'hal: +Shipwide+ This is the bridge, we are going to test going to warp. Rhan K'hal: Cross your digits and pad your buttocks. Hakran K'hal: :: glances back to Irene, sighs :: The problem, as I see it, is that her brain doesn't seem to be experiencing the time distortion at the same rate. Part of her is clearly around a "Romulan bastard" while part of it is here, and other parts may be experiencing REM. Hakran K'hal: I don't need to be a neurologist to know that's a bit difficult even for someone with as hard a head as she has. Cptn Swain: ::Settles into his command chair:: Alright. Mister Matheson. Take us to warp 1. Nice and easy. Hakran K'hal: :: tilts ear at the announcement :: Oh boy. Hunter Matheson: Aye, aye, sir. Taking us to warp one... beginning with impulse. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, let's hope. ::She took a seat at her console, just in case.:: Hunter Matheson: ::engages impulse::: William Chocox: ::sits down as well:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking the gauges:: Hunter Matheson: Going to half impulse. Cptn Swain: (( *rattles dice* Alright everyone give me a number 1-20 )) Irene Mincine: "Test going to warp? We must have really screwed up your Warbird, Commander." :: Irene laughed at air. :: "I hope it blows up in your face. I don't care if it blows up in mine." Rhan K'hal: (( 3 )) Irene Mincine: (( 6 )) Hakran K'hal: (( 8 )) Hunter Matheson: ::sweeping the monitors, checking gauges::: Hunter Matheson: Going to three-quarters impulse... Hunter Matheson: She's acting like a one-legged bandit, Captain, but she's compensating. Hunter Matheson: ::compensates just a little more::: Maryse Dubois: (7) Hunter Matheson: Prepare for warp one. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ((12)) Hunter Matheson: Engaging warp one. Cptn Swain: (( 15 )) William Chocox: ((16)) Hunter Matheson: :::slowly comes up::: Hunter Matheson: ::feels the jitters::: Hunter Matheson: :::compensates::: Holding steady at warp one. William Chocox: ::monitors the warp core as they're about to get going:: Hunter Matheson: And... we are steady at warp one, Captain. Hakran K'hal: :: Maryse :: What do you think is best for her medically? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Indeed, Warp 1 seems to be holding and though they're maybe a little slower than normal as the systems are bypassed a bit, the Inertial Dampers seem to be functioning within normal parameters. Cptn Swain: +Engineering+ Proceeding to Warp 2. Hunter Matheson: ::waiting for the captain's go::: Maryse Dubois: Her body is fine for the moment, aside from the displacement. But it's her mental condition I'm really worried about. Normally I would give her a hypo to help her sleep, but I'm afraid the displacement might create a negative effect. Hunter Matheson: ::prepares for warp 2::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Bridge+ Acknowledged. Power nodes are functioning normally right now. How's it handling? William Chocox: (m) Oh, warp 2 huh? Hope we can keep up. Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Rhan to field that question:: Maryse Dubois: We've got to somehow ease her out of it. Hunter Matheson: :::Swain:: She's not happy, sir, but she's hanging in there. Irene Mincine: "You're the worst interrogators I've ever seen. You've not even asking me any questions!" :: Irene laughed at Maryse and Hakran. :: Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ Oh, Hunter isn't sweating bullets. Yet. Hunter Matheson: ::then realizes it referred to power nodes::: Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: Hakran K'hal: That's what I figured. :: sighs, looking torn about Irene :: I don't know how you manage to stay objective day-in and day-out. Cptn Swain: Alright, increase to warp 2. Slow and steady again. Hunter Matheson: Warp 2, aye sir. Rhan K'hal: Might I suggest even slower, as a matter of fact. ID is going to be even more sluggish the faster we go. Indaura Ryssan: (dang it, chat stopped working) Hunter Matheson: ::proceeds slowly, as ordered, and the way it likes it anyway::: Hunter Matheson: Um... got a little jitters. Compensating. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at Irene :: Do you wish someone to sit with you? Hunter Matheson: Warp 2 achieved. Holding steady. A little wiggly, but compensation is working. Cptn Swain: (( Someone give me a number 1-20 )) Maryse Dubois: Have you had any luck with the device she helped build? Indaura Ryssan: (4) Irene Mincine: :: Irene scowled at Indaura in response, yelling her finest Romulan swears (with a Klingon accent, of course). :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Hey, I'm getting some slight feedback in the mix matrix. Keep an eye on that. If it gets above nominal levels, be prepared to compensate. Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits anyway :: Great. It's always nice to have someone so close. On Denobula we live in such tight spaces.. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. ::starts keeping a closer eye on the mix matrix:: Hakran K'hal: :: frowning, but thinking :: We've gone over it, and I was thinking it may be necessary to use the device again, after reversing it, although we'll need to tie it through the temporal scanning system. :: scratches head, drops paw in frustration :: I'm thinking of creating a temporal bubble for her that would at least normalize some of the distortion. Hunter Matheson: :::complete focus on the console - one eye on the drive, one eye on the route::: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: That at least could help her relax. Hunter Matheson: ::eyes crossed::: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Excalibur's warp field fluctuates and for a moment it seems like it’s going to collapse entirely, but the computer corrects it as things smooth out again. ID continue to function within tolerance. Rhan K'hal: :: pats the console :: Good girl. Hunter Matheson: :::slowly lets out a breath::: Indaura Ryssan: :: to Irene :: How about some food. I could cook something... actually cook rather than replicate. Irene Mincine: "If I get out of these restraints, I'm going to rip all your heads off and play Parisses squares with them." :: Irene looked to each of them, still oblivious to anything going on in reality. :: Irene Mincine: "Romulan food? I'd rather starve." Hakran K'hal: Well, I'll have to drag the real Romulan bastard down here to help me set it up. :: glances back at Irene :: She is well strapped in? Indaura Ryssan: I game I don't play, but I had an uncle that does. Indaura Ryssan: Not Romulan, but I could try my hand at it I suppose. Cptn Swain: Let's hold at warp 2 for now. Hunter Matheson: Holding warp 2, aye. Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ Hakran to N'Dak. Report to sickbay room 3 Beta. Cptn Swain: No need to press our luck, all things considered. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Unless she manages to gain the strength of a Soong-Type Android, she'll be right here when you get back. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::in the lab:: +Hak+ On my way. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright... so far, so good. ::She made adjustments at her console.:: Bulkhead integrity seems to be fine in the damaged nacelle. Warp field is stable. Rhan K'hal: I wholeheartedly agree with the number 2. Indaura Ryssan: Irene, is there anything I can get you, I mean other than the restraints. Hunter Matheson: :::smirk:: Hakran K'hal: :: steps out of Irene's room for a moment to get his own emotional equilibrium back while waiting for Issaha to arrive :: Hakran K'hal: :: mutters :: I'm not cut out for this leader s**t. William Chocox: That's good. Because I trust that nacelle about as far as I can throw it. Irene Mincine: :: Irene was securely fastened, she wasn't going anywhere. :: "A shuttle back to Federation space would be a start." Indaura Ryssan: Irene. I know it's difficult what you are going through, but we will get you through this. Hunter Matheson: :::watching for course change:: Cptn Swain: Our long slow cruise to Sarras begins. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::arrives outside the medical wing where Hakran was walking:: Rhan K'hal: The computer is managing to keep up, though I still don't like the way I've had to daisy-chain it with the reserves. I hope no one is going to need any heavy computational lifting out of it. Cptn Swain: (( We'll go to 11:10 since we started late )) Hunter Matheson: ::slight grin, still watching the helm panels::: But we're getting there, Captain. Indaura Ryssan: Hopefully back to our own time. Hakran K'hal: :: looks up when Issaha's footsteps get close enough :: Indaura Ryssan: I have no command of a shuttle. Hakran K'hal: Well. We're going to have to try treating Irene like a chroniton pincushion with that little device of hers, see if we can get her into a stable time bubble to diminish the distortions. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, I'd like to get another team up there to stabilize it further while it is under repair. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Fascinating. Cptn Swain: You know I always thought this would be an interesting time to be in Starfleet. Hakran K'hal: Oh, and don't take it personally when she calls you a Romulan bastard, or other colorful language. We haven't. Cptn Swain: Didn't think I'd find out about it literally. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Tips his head:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> I see. Hunter Matheson: Captain, slight course change in five to avoid an asteroid belt if possible. Should I check with engineering to verify? William Chocox: That sounds like a good plan. Hakran K'hal: :: turns and re-enters sickbay and beelines for Irene's room. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Bulkheads are stable, but under strain. ::She chewed at her lower lip.:: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: If you think it will put the warp engines under stress, yes. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::follows along:: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. +Engineering+ Coming up on an asteroid belt in three. Will she hold at a 5 degree course change? Hakran K'hal: :: re-enters, looks at Irene for a moment before his back stiffens and he walks over to grab the IreneCo Chronivac :: Irene Mincine: "It's a party, isn't it?" :: Irene watched Issaha come into the room, astonished. :: "Prell? What are you doing here, it's a hundred years ago! And how did you end up with these Romulan jerks?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Matheson+ Readings thus far are favorable, though we won't know until you attempt it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::lifts a brow:: Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Aye, Commander. Course change in two. Keeping you informed. Maryse Dubois: Ummm....::Looks to Issaha.:: Hakran K'hal: :: attaches it to one of those articulating arms that sickbay always seems to have :: Hunter Matheson: +Engineering+ Coming up on course change to zero two seven in five. Hakran K'hal: :: plugs it into the scanner system :: Indaura Ryssan: I thought I have been rather nice. Hunter Matheson: +Engineering+ Course change to zero two seven now, now, now. Hunter Matheson: :::slow turn to new course::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene worryingly looks at the articulating arm. :: "Irene Mincine, Ensign, service number..." :: She starts repeating that in a monotone. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::In fairness, he had seen some pretty friggen weird ass **** on the Talon, so this actually seemed pretty tame so far.:: Hunter Matheson: ::whispers something to the console, ending in Baby::: Hakran K'hal: :: closes his eyes when he hears her start the torture litany :: I hope you're wrong, I really do. Cptn Swain: (( Everyone who was on Talon doin an Oprah nod at home RN )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( ::snicker:: )) Hakran K'hal: :: turns back :: Okay. Let's do this. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Course change goes off without a hitch. Hunter Matheson: ::blows out a breath::: Hakran K'hal: :: lets the camera do a dramatic shot before the "to be continued" sign pops up :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene continued watching whatever Hakran was doing in her mind, repeating the litany like a praying monk. :: Cptn Swain: \\PAUSE SIM\\ Cptn Swain: \\PAUSE SIM\\ Cptn Swain: \\PAUSE SIM\\

SD 0210.2019 Excalibur, lost in time -- sort of, continues to make repairs. Last week we decided to head towards an area of space we think we can hold up at until to make larger scale repairs. Engineering is preparing for trial runs of a slightly unbalanced warp drive, while helm plots our course to avoid any prying eyes. Medical, meanwhile, is working on a situation with Ensign Mincine.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur finds itself lost time and wounded. Engineering has been working on making repairs, but things have been slow going. Swain has called a senior staff (everyone here) meeting to discuss progress updates, and more practically sort out a strategy for what's next for our intrepid, time-travlin' crew. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::kinda dusty and sweaty from working on the helm console but not feeling all that bad, he drags himself into the meeting and finds a chair if they're still intact::: Rhan K'hal: (( aren't we an Akira time-travelin' crew? )) Irene Mincine: :: Irene rolls into the senior staff meeting in one of those Captain Pike wheelchairs. :: Cptn Swain: ::still wishing he could justify using the replicators, but he had instead gotten himself a big water bottle:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Irene means from the reboot movies, and it's just a normal wheelchair :P Hunter Matheson: ::wiggles it to be sure it's attached, then sits:: Rhan K'hal: :: sitting next to Hak conversing quietly, both in the generic grey worksuits so that the only way you can tell them apart is by Hak's pointy chin-beard and Rhan's spikier mane :: William Chocox: ::walks in, once again somehow sooty from the normally sterile Starfleet ships:: Maryse Dubois: ::Takes a seat at the table, But keeping an eye on Irene.:: Irene Mincine: "This is all we had left that wasn't smashed to pieces in sickbay." :: Whichever Pike, it fits comfortably at the conference table. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda was sitting, resting, and hydrating while waiting on the others to assemble. Her jacket was draped over the back of her chair and she looked tired, though not in pain.:: William Chocox: ::is wearing just his uniform vest:: Cptn Swain: ::Is still wearing the bomber jacket, because he can.:: William Chocox: So...how? Cptn Swain: So let’s start with engineering, since that will help us with the next parts. How are things coming? William Chocox: They're...they're coming. But so is Federation Day. Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We've teams working to restore power to most of the major systems, though our nacelle is still badly damaged. Chocox and I will be doing some space walking to repair some of that and get the ship mobile. Right now, we can probably cycle power between various departments, as needed. Indaura Ryssan: :: Trying to not think of when they are :: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is listening intently, though at times it seems she loses focus on what's going on. :: Cptn Swain: Good. I have confirmed we're in essentially the same location where we were uh 100 years in the future. Irene Mincine: :: She spoke up. :: "Were we able to find anything concrete about the area in our historical library?" Cptn Swain: Nothing particularly interesting. This area was relatively low priority for Starfleet. Rhan K'hal: ::q:: Note to self, everywhere is important. Just in case. Hunter Matheson: ::quiet, listening and watching:: Cptn Swain: We have a few options for long term respite and repairs that should keep us out of the prying eyes of any passing ships, but I wanted to get input on which one of the three to choose. Cptn Swain: ::Leans forwards to activate the holoemitters at the center of the table.:: Hunter Matheson: ::sits back, relaxing:: Cptn Swain: First option is the safest, in terms of someone stumbling onto us. It's a Binary system with a large asteroid belt and a gas giant with a small class-M moon. But it is the furthest away. Cptn Swain: ::Cycles:: Next is a bit closer, and offers decent harbor with a large asteroid belt with a large concentration of dolomite, which would obscure sensors of the period. No habitable planets, however. Hunter Matheson: ::checking the area between here and there, wanting to know more so he can figure some clandestine routes:: Maryse Dubois: :;Studying the holos.:: Rhan K'hal: :: not impressed :: Hunter Matheson: ::it's kind of automatic when options are on the table to be sure what's between here and there::: Cptn Swain: ::Cycles:: Finally this is the closest. But we're concerned about the asteroid belt as well as the system being relatively nearer a shipping lane for the early Tamaran Empire. William Chocox: ::watches as the holos cycle:: Irene Mincine: "Didn't we already discuss this?" :: Irene looked puzzled. :: "We went with the... the first one, right?" Cptn Swain: There is also a relatively large, uninhabited M-Class planet. Indaura Ryssan: :: In the back at the meeting :: Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Irene, his ears in "fascinating" formation :: Cptn Swain: ::Lifts brows:: Ensign? Maryse Dubois: I think contaminating the timeline is a major concern, so option 3 should be out at all costs. William Chocox: I agree with Doctor Dubois. Irene Mincine: "We went over this. Maryse didn't want to contaminate the timeline. I remember that." :: She looked to Maryse, who spoke at the same time she did. :: Maryse Dubois: And though Option 1 seems the safest, do we know if the Moon has civilization? If so, then it should not be an option either. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Though we might have to consider an M-Class planet, eventually, if we are going to renew our limited resources. ::Arms crossed as she leaned back.:: Maryse Dubois: :;Stops a moment.:: Hakran K'hal: :: pulls out his tricorder and scans Irene, wondering how many chronitons she had with her Cheerios :: Irene Mincine: "What?" :: The readings were pretty wacky, to say the least. :: Hunter Matheson: ::leans forward:: Captain, sir? Cptn Swain: ::Glances at Irene for a very long moment, before looking to Miranda again:: That was my thought. Cptn Swain: Yes, Mister Matheson? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I think an *uninhabited* M-Class planet would be safe enough. Hakran K'hal: :: ears go to "fascinating" level 2 :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Raises her hand a bit :: Hunter Matheson: Agreeing with the commander, sir, since we might never be able to get back to our own time, I take option one. But I'd like to see the map from here to there first, to see if there's a viable route that would take us there, or if I can weave us thought several unoccupied areas to get there. Rhan K'hal: Plus we have to get there at not-very-fast even for this neck of the spacetime woods :: Hunter Matheson: Anything we have in the database that's going to give us a stellar map between here and there? An old navigational map? Irene Mincine: :: Irene gives Hakran a look. :: "You're scaring me, lieutenant." Cptn Swain: ::Nods, brings up the records:: Apparently there was a starship in this region doing gaseous anomaly mapping at some point in the period. Cptn Swain: Yes, Doctor uh Ryssan, correct?" Hunter Matheson: ::checking them out, mentally calculating several things::: Hakran K'hal: :: thinking "not nearly as much as you're scaring me" but puts on a calmer look :: "We and your care team need to have a talk after this is over, Irene." Indaura Ryssan: Right. I'm no engineer, but are we able to make our signature look like a ship from this era? Cptn Swain: ::Glances to the engineers:: Indaura Ryssan: Helm is going to have a dandy of a time as it is. Maryse Dubois: We need to think of worse case scenarios as well. In the event we are unable to return, we are sitting on a piece of technology that no one will see for roughly 100 years. And I don't think I need to remind anyone that we are on the wrong side of the border. Irene Mincine: :: Irene hmphs. :: "Of course, Doctor K'hal." Cptn Swain: ::Clears his throat:: If it comes to that, I will do what my oath to the temporal prime directive requires, but for now we're going to focus on making repairs and finding some place safer to settle in for a bit while we try to figure a way home. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Masking our signature won't be a problem once the ship has been repaired. But we have more important repairs to see to before we ever get to that point. Right now, we just need to hide. Hunter Matheson: Uh... Captain? Hunter Matheson: Thinking about the Class-M moon, sign of habitation there? Hakran K'hal: :: is making copious notes on a padd, constantly referring back to his tricorder readings of Irene :: Indaura Ryssan: We should have a cover story, if we need one. Cptn Swain: Nothing we could see with our long range and going through historical records of the period. Other than flora and fauna. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Cptn Swain: What kind of warp speed can we expect with just one nacelle? Indaura Ryssan: :: Thinks impulse :: Irene Mincine: "Flora and fauna, my two favorite things." :: Irene perked up hearing the captain, then looked up at the ceiling. :: "Hm?" William Chocox: Um...slower than anything from our era. I don't know enough about ships of this era to give you a better comparison. Indaura Ryssan: How with only one? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: If we modify the current nacelle to create a warp field on its own, we could probably go half to a third of our max capability. Rhan K'hal: There have been ships with only one nacelle in the history of warp travel. Obviously it's a bit lopsided for this design but that can be accounted for. Cptn Swain: Good. Alright so it's settled, we'll head for option 1. Hunter Matheson: :::leans back, waiting for the skipper's attention again:: Irene Mincine: "We'll be lucky to get Warp 5 out of--" :: Irene looked up at the dormant red alert panel on the wall, agitated. :: "Alert? Now what?" :: She started rolling her chair back from the conference table. :: Hunter Matheson: ::nods to option one:: Hakran K'hal: :: looks up sharply and re-scans Irene :: Maryse Dubois: ::Had been watching Irene's behavior for a while, her arms folded as she was thinking.:: Cptn Swain: Which has some idiotic scientific notation as a name, so we're just going to call it Sarras. Cptn Swain: ::Does that captain-can-only-do-polite throat clear:: Perhaps, Doctor, you should take Ensign Mincine to sickbay? Maryse Dubois: Yeah. ::Stands.:: I think you're right. :;Walks over to Irene, holding her wheelchair.:: Hakran K'hal: With your permission, Captain, I need to join them. I think Irene is likely going to be the key to figuring out what happened to us and how to get home. :: smiles at Irene :: But no pressure. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Had tensed at Irene's sudden departure, but relaxed as the doctor took control. She was frowning again.:: William Chocox: Sarras? Hunter Matheson: :::still waiting for the skipper's attention:: Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow:: Yes, of course. I do want a more full report on how we got here in the first place, but it can wait. Maryse Dubois: ::Takes Irene out of the room.:: William Chocox: Anything in particular with that name? Cptn Swain: ::Turns his attention back to the matter at hand:: Sarras? It's where they took the holy grail. Hakran K'hal: :: nods, then turns to follow the medical procession :: Cptn Swain: In one version anyway. Irene Mincine: :: Beep boop. Chroniton flux or something, it's hard to tell on a tricorder. :: "Can't you hear that? What are you all sitting around here for? The warp field's unbalanced! We didn't purge the radiation from the plasma channel! We're all gonna die!" :: As she was rolled away from the room. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Follows Dubois and Mincine :: Hunter Matheson: Sir? ::Swain:: Rhan K'hal: Will, do me a favor and take a note of what Irene was howling about. If Hak thinks she's important about time travel, I'm slightly inclined to take her seriously. Maryse Dubois: ::Gets her into the TL.:: We aren't at warp, Irene. Hakran K'hal: But we will be, Doctor. Hakran K'hal: And I don't think Irene is all here. At least temporally. William Chocox: Aye. ::types it on a PADD:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: If Option 1 is going to be the furthest away, then we need to plan out a route that will take us around inhabited areas where we might come into contact with others in this area. Hunter Matheson: Captain? Cptn Swain: Yes? Hunter Matheson: From what I see on this map, getting there is doable, but it'll be round-about and pretty slow. Evasive maneuvers possible in several areas, just so we don't leave a print in one direction. This would be with our without warp, sir. Problem might be fuel if we're limited. Maryse Dubois: ::Lets the door close.:: And she mentioned my conversation in the meeting. She said I had already said it, but I clearly didn't. Maryse Dubois: I wonder if this has something to do with the "wash." Indaura Ryssan: :: Still with them, just keeping quiet :: Maryse Dubois: ::Gets Irene back into sickbay and in her private room.:: Irene Mincine: "Antimatter containment is falling... it...!" :: Irene screamed and passed out as she arrived in her private room. Probably for the best. :: Cptn Swain: Well, work on a flight plan and submit it to myself and Commander Hawthorne. Rhan, I am going to need you start putting together a grocery store list for that M-class moon. Engineering, I think you know what you have ahead of you, but submit a list of supplies you need as well. Indaura Ryssan: Doctor Dubois, I will be out here if you need me. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Indaura.:: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded at threw Chocox a glance.:: Cptn Swain: The sooner we can get out of the open the better. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs, looking down at Irene :: She's in severe temporal displacement. Not that that has a diagnosis code, and I need better information, but I wouldn't discount her seeing... possibilities at least. William Chocox: Got it sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: Inventorying medical supplies :: Maryse Dubois: ::Helps get Irene in bed, then turn to Hakran.:: She came up with a device to help remove extra chronitons from the body to help with healing. We used it on her kidney wound. It was working, but her vital started going all over the place, so I stopped. The device is on the table there. ::Hands him the device.:: Cptn Swain: ..and... Hakran K'hal: :: glances at it :: My biologist coming up with a chroniton vacuum. ::shakes head:: Maryse Dubois: I inspected the formula myself before assembly. It was sound, but there must have been an outside variable Hakran K'hal: I'll have Issaha take a look at this, and if you can supply any bioscans. In the meanwhile, I'd like to upgrade your biobed scanner with a much higher accuracy chroniton scanner. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0203.2019 Excalibur finds itself lost time and wounded. Engineering has been working on making repairs, but things have been slow going. Swain has called a senior staff (everyone here) meeting to discuss progress updates, and more practically sort out a strategy for what's next for our intrepid, time-travlin' crew.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has found itself in the year 2282 plus or minus a few years, and in an unfortunate location for that time period. The crew is working to repair damage, find a place to make the more major repairs that are needed, get supplies sorted, and see if we can figure out how we got here and if we can get back easily. All while hoping we do not get found by the, uh, locals. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is halfway inside a panel somewhere in engineering, his uniform jacket strewn haphazardly somewhere:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting in her office.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is in a biobed typing away on a PADD, surrounded by computer equipment. She's doing some biological simulations. :: "Hey, Doctor?" Cptn Swain: ::Wearing a bomber jacket (because I am the captain and I want perks), he was down in the stellar cartography lab with their Romulan guest where he desperately wished the replicators worked and that even if they did, he wouldn't feel guilty about making tea with them. Instead he was drinking water, as they fiddled with the console.:: Hakran K'hal: :: with Issaha down in the physics lab, contemplating the time :: Maryse Dubois: ::Gets up from behind her desk, then heads over to Irene's room.:: Need something? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowning:: Hunter Matheson: :::after working on the helm console with Tork, Kal leaned back to sprawl across the floor for a stretch, totally forgetting he'd been bounced around for a while. *Damn* he said to himself with a wince, then rolled back to a sit, pulled himself up and slipped into his helm chair for a rest:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Peers over and sees Dr. Dubois walking to Irene :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::also wondering if Vulcans were supposed to frown. That seemed like an emotion. Maybe he shouldn't frown.:: Irene Mincine: :: She hands over the PADD she was working on. :: "I've been working on a way to purge any remaining effects from... whatever that thing we ran into was. This should take care of it." :: It's instructions on producing an anti-chroniton wash at a specific wavelength. According to the sim results, it will speed up healing after exposure to the anomaly. :: William Chocox: ::mutters to himself:: Hopefully this will get more of the sensors working. Maryse Dubois: ::Looking it over.:: Hmm. Good work. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::plays the tape again:: So that is definitely Cptn Swain: Issaha> A warp core exploding. Irene Mincine: "Thanks. I may not be good at astrophysics, but I know my way around biology." :: Irene tries to sit up in her bed, which predictably ends badly with a healing incision in her back. :: "...my own, not so much..." Cptn Swain: ::They were still working to confirm exactly where they were, but had largely confirmed they were more or less in the same sector that they'd been 100 years in future.:: Maryse Dubois: Care to be a guinea pig then? ::Waving the padd.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda had visited medical to get her cracked ribs mended. They were tender, but no longer painful as they'd been. Down in engineering, she leaned over one of the consoles, tapping out a rapid sequence of commands.:: Chocox -- that didn't work. Try another configuration. William Chocox: ::swears under his breath as he rearranges the configuration:: Aye ma'am. Irene Mincine: "If it'll get me out of this bed..." :: Irene adjusted her position on the boiled. :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene isn't a crab, I think, so she's on a biobed, not a boiler. :: Hunter Matheson: ::Tork pokes him and Kal glances over his shoulder, half awake:: What? Cptn Swain: (( Irene is actually Zoidberg )) William Chocox: ::Hawthorne:: Now? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Where'd this come from? ::he holds up a fractured chip:: Indaura Ryssan: ((Why not Ireneberg?)) Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Taps out a new sequence and straightens as the console blooms to life.:: That did it! We've got partial readings from the damaged nacelle. William Chocox: Yes! Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: We'll see. I'll be back. ::Heads for the Med Lab.:: William Chocox: ::crawls out of the panel, his face covered in sweat and somehow soot?:: Hunter Matheson: ::Kal leans forward, hand out to take the chip, then grunts, half yawning:: Comes from the command console, but it's useless. Toss it in the pile and move on. Cptn Swain: ::Leans back into his chair:: This system looks like maybe an option. That asteroid belt is probably enough to obscure the sensors of this period. Cptn Swain: Ereth> ::Nods:: Likely. William Chocox: Where to next Commander? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: This.... mmm.... this isn't good. ::Points at the schematics and turns to the giant status board that was blinking red with a hundred different things that they needed to tend urgently.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs, pulls out another PADD. She sends a message to Hakran. :: *Message* "Hoping to get out of sick bay soon. Will be in science lab asap. -I" William Chocox: ::looks over it:: And without a spacedock to fix anything. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: That nacelle is going to need an overhaul. We can replace the data network and most of the power nodes as a quick fix. Hunter Matheson: ::then he sighs, stands, and moves to the front of the helm console... like he really wants to see the damage there:: William Chocox: Alright. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: This is going to require some time outside in the EVA suits, too. Hunter Matheson: Huh... :::checking it out, he realizes that there's not too much damage, a scratch here and there, but a severe forward lean in the entire console, which explains why he didn't quite fit easily into the helm chair::: Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: Forward lean, like I'm back in boot.. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::points a finger:: Intriguing. You can see the freighter in that window. Maryse Dubois: ::Comes back a little later with a device in her hand.:: Alright. Ready to give this a try? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She grabbed one of the portable engineering kits and slung it carefully over her shoulder.:: Cptn Swain: Ereth> Though the primary in that system is a ... I am not sure what your designation is, but do you think its radiation could be a problem for your repair crews? William Chocox: I've always enjoyed a good space walk...the vertigo makes you appreciate the shipboard gravity all the more. Cptn Swain: ::Looks over the readings:: It's possible. William Chocox: You ok to be working? Cptn Swain: Add it to the list. We'll let the engineers decide which system they want to pick. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods! :: "Go for it. There... shouldn't be too many negative effects. If I did the numbers right..." Hakran K'hal: Hmm. Yep. :: rubs his pointy chin beard :: A temporal window. :: sigh :: I hate spacetime sometimes. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: You'll need to sit up as best you can. Cptn Swain: Issaha> But what caused the rupture in the first place? Irene Mincine: :: Irene scooches back, supporting herself with her hands as she successfully sits up. She looked like she was in abject misery. :: "OK." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, just some sore ribs. Nothing too terrible. Maryse Dubois: Alright. Here goes. ::Starts using the device around Irene's kidney area.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Moves to the access ladder and begins the climb upward.:: Besides, this is an 'all hands on deck' situation. Cptn Swain: What other systems haven't we looked at yet. Cptn Swain: Ereth> ::Brings up the map:: Only this one. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Tips his head:: What’s even more unusual is the lack of relative chroniton particles around us now. William Chocox: ::follows her up with his own kit:: Feel good to be getting your hands dirty again Commander? Hunter Matheson: :::tapping here and there on the console's forward section, just to see if it squeals, and it does, but just a little:: Cool. Not all that bad, Girl. Irene Mincine: :: Irene closes her eyes. :: "That feels super weird..." :: It looks like reality is rippling where she uses the device. The biobed shows her heart rate shooting up. :: Hakran K'hal: Yeah, you'd expect something left from... whatever. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: Maryse Dubois: ::Monitors the heart rate as she works.:: Your heart rate is going up. I'll stop if it gets too high. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, actually. Command has its perks, but I always miss getting hands on with the ship's systems. ::She stepped aside as they reached the platform and opened the JT access panel.:: You ever thought about getting on the command track? Hakran K'hal: :: gets up, paces :: Ugh. I need to let this simmer in my head. Doesn't help that it's still throbbing from sliding into the holodeck wall when all hell broke loose. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: We should take a break, sir. Cptn Swain: Issaha> The computer is going to be a while with this analysis -- especially with it being heavily bypassed. Cptn Swain: Issaha> It is logical ::looks around:: or something. William Chocox: Every so often, and then we get in a mess like this and I realize I'd have to keep everyone from freaking out. Hakran K'hal: :: tilts head :: You might want to practice that a bit more you get in front of our other Romulan Indaura Ryssan: :: Monitoring Irene :: Hunter Matheson: ::then he moves back to check out Tork's work:: 'Bout done? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sighs:: I am thinking of just asking Captain Swain if we can drop this whole act. It's not like he's going to report back to the Tal'Shiar where I am. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. :: "I can feel it working, definitely..." :: Her vital signs get more and more erratic the more she uses the machine - but it is showing the residual chroniton level getting lower and lower. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> Do you know how boring being a Vulcan is? Hakran K'hal: No, and I don't want to know. :: pats Issaha on the shoulder :: Be careful around that one though, he's been extremely... professional. Makes me think he's up to something. Maryse Dubois: Ok that's enough for now. ::Shuts the device off.:: We managed to lower the chroniton levels, which is good. But your vitals were all over the place. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Starts to say something about Romulans always being extremely professional, but decides against it and nods:: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::screws up his face:: Don't think it's ever gonna be done. Got a pile of chips, tossed the broken ones, don't have replacements. Or maybe I just can't find 'em. Indaura Ryssan: We have to proceed carefully... Cptn Swain: Issaha> I should change uniforms. The green blood might stain this one. Hunter Matheson: Um... I'll dig in the pile that engineering brought up. Shouldn't be a problem. ::cross legged again at the helm console::: Hakran K'hal: We'd hate that since the laundry service is down. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snorted.:: Yea, that's part of it. You can't really freak out or the others will, too. ::Climbing into the nacelle, they could see the damage was extensive. There were scorch marks where power surges had blown the conduits.:: Hunter Matheson: Um... see what you mean. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Indaura.:: This is a good step though. Irene Mincine: :: She falls back onto the biobed with her vitals slowly going back to normal. :: "Yeah. I think it worked... but I feel terrible." William Chocox: Oh man. This is uh...this is not good. Maryse Dubois: Get a little rest then. Hakran K'hal: :: grabs a sickbay-bound lift :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Frowning.:: No, it isn't. We're going to have to get an entire team in here. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: Alright. That one is out. No way we could avoid getting turned into a crisp with all those solar flares. So let’s take a break and then we'll meet with senior staff to talk about our options and see where engineering is at. ::Considers that he's discussing his command decisions with a Romulan officer who he barely knew. Decides it doesn't really matter, but he'd need to be more careful going forward.:: I'll have Mister K'hal find you some quarters. Indaura Ryssan: A shame we can't treat you at a starbase, but under the circumstances.. Cptn Swain: +Rhan+ Swain to K'hal. William Chocox: Yeah...well, we can get started while we wait for them to climb up. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Swain+ Yes, Cap? Hunter Matheson: ::rocks to a stand with a handful of chips and goes to check in the box engineering sent up:: Hakran K'hal: :: exits the lift and follows the medics into sickbay :: Cptn Swain: +Rhan+ Setup a senior staff meeting for ::looks at Chrono:: 1830 hours. And see if you can find some quarters for our three guests -- if the other two are able to be released from sickbay anyway. Irene Mincine: "I'm sick of getting rest... My back does feel a lot better now, though." :: Irene smiled, somehow. :: "Yeah, they can shove a cloned kidney in there or something." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Swain+ 1830, aye. I'd already allocated quarters when we started the investigation, I'll double-check to make sure the windows weren't broken. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Yes, we need to hit that console and that one before we can get outside to repair the exterior damage. Hunter Matheson: ::he finds what he needs and tosses the others, then moves back to the helm console and slips them in, double checking as usual:: Hakran K'hal: :: looks around for Irene, sees her and heads over :: Slacker. Hunter Matheson: ::then he leans back:: Now all we need is power. ::staring at the console, then Tork::: Cptn Swain: +Rhan+ Efficient as ever. Swain out. William Chocox: Let's get to it then. ::walks to the first console and starts working as he calls down to Engineering for a team:: Do you think I could do command, Commander? Cptn Swain: ::Ereth:: I'll have a security detail escort you. I am sure you can understand. Hunter Matheson: (is there a senior on the bridge?) Maryse Dubois: ::Turns, seeing Hakran.:: She was being our test subject. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She popped the console as she glanced over at Chocox.:: Sure, with the right prep and training. Do *you* think you could command a team? Or department? Hakran K'hal: Oh, working for the greater good, then. I'll have to find that PADD with the commendations protocol on it. Cptn Swain: (( Rhan I would assume Hunter )) Hakran K'hal: :: Maryse :: I'm surprised you haven't gotten her out of here yet, she must be driving you nuts. Hunter Matheson: (copy that) Irene Mincine: "Came to check up on me?" :: Irene said to Hakran as he came in. :: "I've been working on figuring out how to purge residual chronitons from that anomaly." :: She closed her eyes as her vitals fluctuated again, oddly. There wasn't a pattern to it. Hunter Matheson: ;::wanders toward Rhan:: Helm is as good as it's gonna get, sir. Anything I can do help here? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Unless you can turn back time and get us out of this mess altogether, I'd say it's probably time for your lunch break. You need to eat in between using your head as a tennis ball. Cptn Swain: (( 3 minute warning )) William Chocox: Possibly. But I like being elbows deep in the guts of the ship as well. Hunter Matheson: ::slow nod:: Yes, sir. Don't have much expertise in turning the clock forward, so I'm gonna guess that I'll go for lunch... if there is anything. Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: You probably are our best data on what the hell happened, so I gotta make sure you're taking care of yourself. By the ship's complement of PADDs littering the area, I'd say you're overworking even bound to a bed. Hunter Matheson: Bring you something, sir? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: quick draws into his pocket and pulls out protein bars :: I'm good. :: fancy twirl and re-pockets :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene nodded, responding to Hakran's statement while he was in the middle of it? :: "I've been overworking myself, probably. But we need to figure out what the hell's going on here and what we're going to do about it." Hunter Matheson: ::stifles a smirk:: Copy that, sir. ::with a thumbs up:: Tork, you're with me. Cptn Swain: ...and... Hunter Matheson: ::they move out to the energy-bar bar and chow down:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0127.2019 Excalibur has found itself in the year 2282 plus or minus a few years, and in an unfortunate location for that time period. The crew is working to repair damage, find a place to make the more major repairs that are needed, get supplies sorted, and see if we can figure out how we got here and if we can get back easily. All while hoping we do not get found by the, uh, locals.

MISSION BRIEF: Having made a disturbing discovery, the shuttlecraft carrying Captain Swain and Rhan has returned and they are on their way to the bridge to share their, findings. Meanwhile the crew has continued to make repairs and secondary power systems have been stabilized. Limited external and internal sensors are starting to come back online. Main power is inoperable. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ::Having left Rhan behind to help get the shuttle situated since the flight deck was still a disaster, Asher made his way to the bridge relatively quickly:: Maryse Dubois: ((Oh I had one. Since we're somewhere else, are we still under the negative effects of the chronitons?)) William Chocox: ::crawls out of the jeffries tube due to not trusting the turbolift to get him up there:: Maryse Dubois: ((Like wounds not healing)) Hunter Matheson: ::in sick bay, blinks, sits up, looks around::: Cptn Swain: (( Hmm... let's dice roll for it. Give me a number 1-20 )) Maryse Dubois: ((14)) Irene Mincine: :: Irene is in a biobed in sick bay. She has a PADD in her hand with furrowed brow. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Hovering over Irene :: Hunter Matheson: ::headscratch:: William Chocox: Hello folks. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glances over as another body emerges from the tubes.:: Mister Chocox... I hope you have some good news for us. Hunter Matheson: ::feeling a lump on his forehead kind of sore:: William Chocox: Good news is that we have some power and some limited sensors. Both external and internal. William Chocox: Bad news is we still can't get main power up. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The medical staff is no longer encountering the difficulty that was being caused by the proximity of the chroniton radiation. Cptn Swain: ::Exits the lifts:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at her :: How are you feeling Irene? Maryse Dubois: ::Checking in on Irene.:: Hunter Matheson: ::rubbing the back of his neck, kind of sore too:: William Chocox: ::looks at the captain:: You're a braver man than I sir. Cptn Swain: I am getting to old to climb ladders. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What's the status of our damaged nacelle? Is it repairable in our current situation? ::Turns as the Captain exits onto the bridge.:: That didn't take you long. I thought you'd be out collecting data for a while. Irene Mincine: :: According to the bio-bed, her condition is getting better, not worse. :: "Like I just drank a barrel full of bloodwine." :: She hands the PADD over to Indaura. It's full of super-advanced biological observations and data on the healing reversal problem. :: "I downloaded this from my lab console, which is probably in a thousand pieces by now. I wanted to get it to you in case anything happened to me." William Chocox: I can make the nacelle usable...I think...we're not going to have it be perfect. I'll have to take a closer look at it. Cptn Swain: Well. I had news I thought everyone should know. Lt. K'hal is getting the shuttle refueled for a second pass. Hunter Matheson: ::hops off the bed and looks around for a nurse or doctor but they look pretty busy:: William Chocox: That doesn't sound ominous. Cptn Swain: Do you want the good news or the bad news first? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good news, please. We've got enough of the bad right now. Maryse Dubois: ::Glancing over Indaura's shoulder.:: Send that to Science. It may be useful to them. :;Scanning Irene.:: As for you, a little good news. Everything is finally healing as it should. Cptn Swain: ::Making his way over to the railing:: We didn't detect any signs of the chroniton radiation. William Chocox: ::blinks:: What? Indaura Ryssan: I will get this backed up right now. Indaura Ryssan: :: does so :: Indaura Ryssan: I've tried blood wine... it takes getting used to. Indaura Ryssan: +Science+ Dr. Ryssan to Science. Cptn Swain: If it was there it was in minute enough quantities the shuttle's sensors couldn't detect it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::listening to the Captain, but seeing he was being paged:: +Rysaan+ Go ahead. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: None? I suppose... that is good. Hunter Matheson: ::wanders around, looking for someone in sick bay:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And the bad? ::Dreading it, but she had to ask.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs. :: "Great. Are we away from the anomaly? That would confirm my theory." :: She laughs at Indaura, then coughs. :: "It's... pretty strong. I could go for some right now." :: Irene's combadge chirps at the call to science and she reflexively goes to tap, stopping halfway there. :: Cptn Swain: The bad news. Well, do you want the bad bad news or just the bad news first? Maryse Dubois: ::Hears someone moving around. Checks outside of the private room.:: Ah. Mr. Matheson. Indaura Ryssan: +Issaha+ I have a PADD with information that needs looked at regarding the healing reversal issue. William Chocox: How much bad could there be? Hunter Matheson: ::turns around:: Hey, Doc. Maryse Dubois: How are you feeling? Hunter Matheson: I guess I bumped my head pretty good, right? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Don't ask that. Don't ever ask that. ::Frowns at Chocox.,:: William Chocox: I wasn't asking how much more, just how much. Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Ryssan+ Bring it up to the bridge. Hunter Matheson: Feeling pretty good. Neck is kind of sore and it's not a good idea to touch the bump on my head. Hunter Matheson: I'd ask for a pillow on the helm console, but I know what happened last time. I"ll just use a five point instead. Cptn Swain: Well the regular bad news is that the Romulan, Tamaraian and Kaedwani vessels appear to no longer be in the area. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Seems like it. ::Scans him too. Pleased with results.:: Luckily with the radiation gone, you've recovered as well. Though your forehead may be a little tender. William Chocox: ::blinks again:: Hunter Matheson: Uh.. yes, ma'am. It's tender. Maryse Dubois: Go grab something to eat, and relax. You'll be cleared for light duty after. Hunter Matheson: ::frowns:: Say again, ma'am? Cptn Swain: No signs of any debris fields, ion trails, just empty space. Indaura Ryssan: Off I go. Rest well Irene. :: Takes the padd and goes to the bridge :: Hunter Matheson: ::glanceglance::: Relax? Light duty? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No debris? So... no signs of them being destroyed? Did the blast throw us out of the area? Or them? Hunter Matheson: I'm the only certified Akira helmsman, ma'am. Think I'd better get back... ::her expression shows him it's a no go::: Cptn Swain: ( I am going to guess that we have more than one person certified to fly this thing. I mean He can't be at helm 24-hours a day ) Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) Hunter Matheson: (He can try?) Maryse Dubois: ((Unless he's an android.)) Irene Mincine: "All righty." :: Irene gives a relieved sigh when Indaura leaves. :: "Hey, Doc, Can I go back to the bridge now? We're in an emergency situation, they need me at science." :: Hearing Hunter. :: "Only? I'm a certified emergency helm officer, you know." Cptn Swain: Well that's you see... that’s the uh, bad-bad news I mentioned. Cptn Swain: ::Does one of those gestures:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Mouths "the bad-bad news?" Maryse Dubois: Neither one of you are going to bridge. :;Glancing between Irene and Hunter.:: Hunter Matheson: ::stares at her, wondering just how she got her master certification if she's in science but says nothing::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the bridge :: William Chocox: ::sighs:: What's the bad-bad news then? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: leaving this one entirely to Swain :: Hunter Matheson: ::or even if her certification is still valid:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed.:: Just spit it out, already. You've never been good at dancing around the issues. Hunter Matheson: ::or maybe they could go out for a beer::: Maryse Dubois: So help me, if either of you break my light duty restrictions, I will have Rhan remove your computer access. Cptn Swain: So it's not so much as where it threw us. Indaura Ryssan: :: Clutching the PADD, she scans for Issha on the bridge :: Cptn Swain: As *when* it threw us. Indaura Ryssan: :: Moves over to Issha :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowns. :: "Yes, Doctor. What *am* I allowed to do?" Maryse Dubois: ::Hands Irene a PADD.:: You can work from here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: When... :::Long pause.:: Surely you can't be serious. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Hoping it was just his twisted sense of humor.:: Rhan K'hal: (( ::sits on fingers so he doesn't make the Airplane joke:: )) Cptn Swain: I wish I were joking. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( I was waiting for it. LoL )) Maryse Dubois: ::To Hunter.:: And you get something to eat. I don't care if it's a salad. No malnourished officers on my ship. Cptn Swain: Based on my back of the envelope calculations we're in the year 2282, plus or minus a few years in either direction. Hunter Matheson: ::crooked grin:: Yes, ma'am. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: 2282! Rhan K'hal: Rhan> Yep. Irene Mincine: :: Irene grabs the PADD. :: "OK, OK, I'll stay here. Can I use your bio-lab as a home base here? I'll see what the bridge needs me to work on." Cptn Swain: Give or take a few years. Maryse Dubois: If it keep you in that bed. Hakran K'hal: That would be a problem on the best of days. This isn't the best of days. Cptn Swain: I had to do some of the figuring by memory. Cptn Swain: Based on star positions, and such. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We're over a hundred years displaced? Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Cptn Swain: Which could be an additional problem. I mean in addition to being like 100 years in the past. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Sits down hard.:: Hunter Matheson: ::saunters toward the "cookie jar" and snags a few energy bars, then takes a seat in the doctor's lounge and settles in::: William Chocox: How is that possible? Hakran K'hal: tr'Ehrik> :: finally speaks up :: I can venture a guess as to that additional problem. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Wait... so... the chronitons... yea, I get it... but.... what area of space are we in? Do we have that data? ::Her eyes open wide.:: Who was the Federation up against a hundred years ago? We're nearly blind and mostly defenseless out here right now! Irene Mincine: "I am Klingon! I am resilient." :: Irene looks at the PADD, resigning herself to staying in the bio-bed. :: "But I'm also human..." :: She taps her com badge. :: +Issaha+ "What's going on? I'm stuck down here in sickbay. Give me something to work on or I'm going to go crazy." Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, relieved to see both of them settling in.:: I'll have someone bring you a few more thing. William Chocox: We might be in Romulan space at the moment ma'am. Cptn Swain: We're in roughly the same area of space we were in previously. I think. We'll need to get the Excalibur's sensors online before we can confirm that. Hakran K'hal: :: looks at the Romulan representative that he'd brought to the bridge :: Ah. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::starts to open his mouth, decides against it:: Cptn Swain: This area of space had a much more....direct Romulan influence. Cptn Swain: The Tamarians and the Kaedwani were still relatively undeveloped. They would have warp drive, but their influence was still rather limited. Rhan K'hal: At least we're on such low power mode at the moment someone would have to trip over us to notice us. I don't have to remind everyone of our usual luck though. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sends a message to Irene:: +Msg+ Lost in time. 100+ years or something. Unsure where we are exactly. Will fill you in later. Hunter Matheson: ::smooths out the energy bar wrappers and goes to find the doc::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Oi... ::She took a deep breath and gestured toward Chocox.:: We have limited sensors, thanks to Chocox. Nothing on long range, but we'll see someone trying to sneak up on us. Maryse Dubois: ::A couple orderlies move in a couple carts of equipment for Irene to work with.:: William Chocox: I'm working as hard as I can. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Engines, however, that's a different story. One of our nacelles was critically damaged. We can limp along with one on impulse, but maintaining a warp field would be impossible. Irene Mincine: :: Irene pauses a beat and replies in a text message. :: +Issaha+ "Very funny." :: She thanks the orderlies and logs into the equipment. :: Cptn Swain: That needs to be our first priority. Finding someplace to hide at long enough to make repairs. We can't just sit out here in the middle of open space like a wounded duck. Hunter Matheson: ::dodging the carts and Mincine::: Indaura Ryssan: One hundred years Issaha? Where are we exactly? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Sensors will help. We can get power running to astrometrics. Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting in her office a moment.:: Cptn Swain: ::Nods: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'm planning to spend some quality time down in engineering. Cptn Swain: Good. You take over damage control. Hunter Matheson: ::wanders toward the doc's office and stops at the door::: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up, seeing Hunter.:: Need something else, Gunny? Cptn Swain: Rhan I want you and Marcy to begin doing a cattle call on our current supplies -- medkits everything. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Cptn Swain: (Is Hakran on the bridge? )) Hunter Matheson: ::he has one energy bar left that he pulls from his pocket and straightens up:: No, ma'am. Was going to ask if I can be dismissed for duty, but you look pretty worn. Thought you might like the last energy bar? Irene Mincine: "Hey, can I have whatever you took out of me in a jar? They never let me keep my appendix." :: Irene yells across sick bay to Maryse while her door is open. Whatever painkillers she's on are pretty good. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Wonders if we don't know our location yet :: Hakran K'hal: :: is on the bridge, along with tr'Ehrik the Romulan scientist/spy/whatever :: Hunter Matheson: ::hesitant to enter, concerned at her condition but not wanting to impose:: William Chocox: ::starts racking his brain to see where his “projects” were if Commander Hawthorne was coming down to Engineering:: Cptn Swain: Hakran I want one science team dedicated to finding out what the hell went wrong and if we can reverse it. Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Thanks. You can go, but keep your head away from console, okay? Hakran K'hal: Right, just another day at the office. Cptn Swain: I want you to lead that team. I'll lead a smaller team to see if we can find out where exactly we are and if there's someplace for us to duck into for a while to make repairs. Cptn Swain: Questions? Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. ::steps in and slips the energy bar so it slides across her desk toward her:: Docs' gotta eat, too. :::nods and moves out::: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins, taking the bar.:: Hakran K'hal: Ah.. :: glances pointedly at the openly Romulan Romulan and then discreetly at the Vulcanly Romulan :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stood and stretched, wincing as she did. Shaking her head at Swain, she glanced at Chocox.:: I need to take a quick trip to medical. I'll meet you down in engineering shortly. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::shakes his head:: No, sir. Indaura Ryssan: Captain, *where* are we? William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Need anything else from me Captain? Hunter Matheson: ::signs out of medical and only then notices that the power is on emergency mode (?):: Cptn Swain: ::Indaura, calmly:: We are apparently 100 years in the past, roughly near out last position spatially. I'll be making a shipwide announcement soon. Cptn Swain: ::Shakes his head at Will:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods, breaks out her tricorder to scan the bridge crew :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene starts getting her equipment carts set up. :: "Maryse-- er, Commander, thanks for putting me back together again. I've got to stop ending up here." Cptn Swain: ::Walks over to his chair:: Put me on shipwide. William Chocox: Yes sir. ::goes back inside the Jefferies Tube towards Engineering:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stepped into the lift to take a short ride down to medical.:: Rhan K'hal: :: ship whistle :: Maryse Dubois: ::Doesn't feel like getting up, so she uncharacteristically yells back.:: Hopefully this is the last time! Hunter Matheson: ::standing by the lift, wondering if it works, when the door slides open he's face to face with the XO:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughs and falls silent when the hailer's whistle sounds. :: Hunter Matheson: ::hears the bosun whistle:: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up at nothing as she hears the whistle.:: Hunter Matheson: ::steps aside at attn for Cmdr Hawthorne, as per regs:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Matheson... ::Steps out into the hall.:: How are you feeling? Cptn Swain: +All+ This is the Captain speaking. While many details remain uncertain, I feel that you are all deserving of a proper update. Following the explosion of the Kaedwani cruiser warp core, the resulting shockwave appears to have created some sort of temporal effect that has, for the moment, displaced us roughly 100 years into the past. At present, there are no other vessels in our area and we appear to be, for the moment, safe. Hunter Matheson: ::slight relax:: Good, ma'am. Been better, but working on all thrusters. Hunter Matheson: ::stops to hear the announcement::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's heart dropped, along with the PADD she was holding. :: "He wasn't joking, was he?" :: She grabs another one from the stack on one of the carts. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::One eyes twitches at the Captain's announcement.:: So... Maryse Dubois: ::Feels a headache coming on.:: Hakran K'hal: El'Arrain tr'Ehrik, why don't you work with the Captain's team. I am sure you're more familiar with this area than we are. :: not to mention the Captain can keep a better eye on him since he won't be ass deep in the bowels of the universe, or a simulation thereof :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You might want to brush up on your history, Matheson. Hunter Matheson: ::looks to Hawthorne:: Looks like, ma'am. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Your star charts are going to be out of date. Hakran K'hal: :: Issaha :: Lieutenant, with me. Cptn Swain: +All+ We are working to confirm much of what I have just told you and to develop a remedy so that we can all return, safely, to the proper time period that we belong to. We will remain at a state of heightened alert until such time as we are clear of danger. We are working to locate a safe harbor where Excalibur can make repairs and not contaminate the timelime. I urge you to remember your training and remain calm. I am confident we will find a solution. There is no finer ship in the fleet. Captain Swain, out. Hunter Matheson: Aye, ma'am. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: Hakran K'hal: tr'Ehrik> :: inclines his head :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Did the doctor clear you for duty? Cptn Swain: ::Sighs:: I've never been any good at that part of being captain. Hakran K'hal: :: heads for the lift :: Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Just now. Was on the way to the bridge. Hakran K'hal: tr'Ehrik> :: steps over near Swain :: I doubt anyone would excel under the circumstances, Captain. Irene Mincine: :: Irene listened to the announcement, disappointed at the latest turn of events. :: "Looks like I'm not getting a replacement kidney any time soon... there's got to be a way to get us home though. This is what I get for failing astrophysics." Cptn Swain: ::Smiles:: Thanks. Cptn Swain: ::Erhik:: We should head down astrometrics and see what we can do about getting it up and working. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good. You'd better get up there, then. ::She nodded and started toward medical.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::makes his way over to Hakran:: Hakran K'hal: tr'Ehrik> :: inclines his head again :: I am at your disposal, Captain. Maryse Dubois: ::Eating some of the energy bar as she stares at her office wall.:: Cptn Swain: (( 3 minute warning )) Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Yes, ma'am. ::steps into the lift::: Bridge. Hakran K'hal: :: Issaha :: We may be doing a lot of the work on PADDs for the time being, but this is going to be a mostly theoretical exercise anyway. Obviously we know it does work in practice, but not how. Or what. Any ideas? Hunter Matheson: ::steps out to semi-chaos and Tork fixing the helm console as much as he can::: William Chocox: ::steps out of the Jefferies Tube and attempts to make his work station look a little bit presentable before getting back to work:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning the crew :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene seemed to be taking it in stride, though it was probably those 24th century narcotics pumping into her. :: "Commander! I know it looks like I'm a mess, and I feel like one, but I'm ready to help any way I can!" :: She gestured to her array of portable computer trays. :: "If a biologist can fix this, anyway..." Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ K'hal to Dubois. Cptn Swain: ::Takes his Romulan-Romulan with him to the tubes where they headed for Astrometrics:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sits up.:: +Rhan+ Dubois here. Hunter Matheson: ::shakes the cobwebs from his head and gets to work with Tork, checking everything out, then discussing the star charts as recommended:::: Cptn Swain: >>... and ... << Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Steps into medical and sags a little, one hand at her side. Medical was the one place she didn't have to keep up the pretense.:: Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ We have a crew to keep alive, healthy, fed and watered, Doc. Let's see how well we can do on that. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0120.2019 Having made a disturbing discovery, the shuttlecraft carrying Captain Swain and Rhan has returned, and they are on their way to the bridge to share their findings. Meanwhile the crew has continued to make repairs and secondary power systems have been stabilized. Limited external and internal sensors are starting to come back online. Main power is inoperable.

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur was thrown about by a rather impressive CGI explosion caused by the warp core of the Kaedwani cruiser detonating near the spatial anomaly we encountered when we entered the system, which then seemingly revealed the freighter that started this whole mess appearing through a "window" in the disturbance and it exploding as well. Excalibur ship and crew are both wounded, with primary systems offline including external sensors and main power. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ::Frowning as his attempt to reroute power through the secondary console failed again, but at least this time it didn't spark and singe his fingers.:: William Chocox: ::gets working on making sure Life Support stays up, having delegated sensors to an underline for right now:: Maryse Dubois: ::Still checking on Hunter on the bridge.:: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::working on helm, fwiw, and it's not w much::: Maryse Dubois: ::Surgeons were working on Irene in the operating room.:: Hunter Matheson: ::hoping for a good dose of the strongest sedative in the galaxy::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene was being worked on. Maryse would get a message from the stretcher team that she was babbling incoherently about anti-chronitons and how important they are before she was put under. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Still smarting from a console arcing near him that singed his fingers, which meant they matched his uniform.:: Hakran K'hal: :: having not made it as far as the conference room with his guests before the BOOM, is now helping to haul the wounded Tamaran toward sickbay with the Romulan on the other side, who all in all is taking this rather well :: Hunter Matheson: ::holding on to the helm chair to stop everything from spinning::: William Chocox: A quiet mission they said. A cake walk they said. It’ll be easy they said. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda pulled yet another blown power node and tossed it into the growing pile of them that were going to need replaced.:: +Chocox+ We're going to need a mess of replacement power cells up here. Send me a crate to the bridge. We're running dark at the moment. Maryse Dubois: ::Giving Hunter a hypo. She then help him away from the Helm console and to an unused seat. She then gets the message.:: Relax here Gunny. ::She walks over to Swain.:: Captain, since you may be more familiar with it than I am, How important are Anti chronitons? ::Shows him the message.:: Seems Ms. Mincine was talking about them as she slipped into unconsciousness. Rhan K'hal: :: emerges through a jefferies tube with a few emergency boxes in tow :: Hunter Matheson: ::is helped, disoriented::: William Chocox: +Bridge+ Aye ma’am. Hey you! ::points at random enlisted:: get a crate of power cells to the bridge, they’re running dark at the moment. Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping the injured :: Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Interesting and not in the good way. Rhan K'hal: :: cracks open the boxes :: Flashlights, toolkits, first aid, energy bars. :: grabs himself one of the latter :: Cptn Swain: ::closes the flap on the console:: But thank you Doctor. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::takes Kal's chair and checks out the viability of everything, then slips to the deck again to continue replacing chips::: Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs:: Fantastic. ::Looking him over while she is there.:: Any injuries I need to know about, while I'm here? William Chocox: Bridge+ I have a crate coming up now Commander Hawthorne. Hakran K'hal: :: makes to the line of walking wounded outside sickbay, leaves the Tamaran with someone in a medical smock :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Thank you. Let me know when the sensors are up and running. Irene Mincine: :: Hopefully they'll get to find out what she meant, what with the surgeons having a tough job fixing up Irene given that injuries seemingly un-heal themselves thanks to that anomaly! Maryse was notified of that, too. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical... nothing really serious, but needing attention all the same Hunter Matheson: ::beginning to relax a little from the hypo but still can't open his eyes without disorientation:: Hakran K'hal: :: thankfully the Romulan decides to stay with his Tamaran charge as they enter sickbay, turns and heads toward a turbolift to see if he can find somewhere to actually science :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Rhan a glance and nodded.:: Good thinking, Mr. Khal. I need one of those tool kits. ::Climbs to her feet and snags one and one of the energy bars.:: Rhan K'hal: Did I hear something about anti-chronitons? Didn't bro mention we had some of the pro variety earlier before the doodoo hit the fan? William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ I’m getting to it as soon as I can ma’am. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Yes. Cptn Swain: Though ::waves hands:: It’s hard to tell what we're dealing with now. Cptn Swain: Rhan, how are your piloting skills? Rhan K'hal: I'm not as good as Mreh but I can keep it between the lines. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::after taking inventory he gathers the pile of helm data chips, wondering what to do with them::: Commander, put these chips in with the power cells, ma'am? Cptn Swain: ::Miranda:: While you get everything settled up here I am going to take a shuttle out and see if we can figure out what the heck is going on. Hunter Matheson: Tork> Or.. in a separate box? Maryse Dubois: ::Walking over to where Rhan and Miranda were. ::She grabs a bar for Hunter.:: Is everyone else alright, except for Mr. Matheson? Hakran K'hal: :: manages to snag a lift up to deck 7, then gimpily climbs his way back up to deck 4 and the primary labs :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, throw them all over there. ::Motions to the blow power nodes.:: They're going to have to be recycled or refurbished. Rhan K'hal: I look worse than feel. :: looks like he just got mugged by a Ferengi with a shock-whip :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> Yes, ma'am. ::dumps them there:: Cptn Swain: ::Was going to elide that going out in a shuttle without direct comms or external sensors could be dangerous:: You're me with me R'han. Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Swain :: Up, up and away, sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: sees new people coming in :: ugh Irene Mincine: :: Hakran would find Irene's lab door open and the lab itself a mess as he walked by, along with some biological data regarding sickbay patients, chronitons, and injury healing open on her console. :: Cptn Swain: ::Heads towards the lift:: William Chocox: ::satisfied with where life support is at the moment, William moves on to the sensors:: Hakran K'hal: :: after a brief-check in with his people and taking stock of the fact that pretty much everything except portable equipment was offline, sighs :: Rhan K'hal: :: follows :: I'm concerned we haven't been invaded yet. Either the Romulan commander is extremely cautious or they got a good wallop too. Hunter Matheson: ::eventually he relaxes in the chair and opens his eyes::: Hey. Why's the ship not moving? Rhan K'hal: Or they're a half an hour ago while we're two weeks from now. I hate it when time breaks. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Swain a look.:: Be careful out there. We don't know who might be out there. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gestures :: Right over there... Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: I'll do my best. Cptn Swain: ::Holds the door for Rhan:: Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: gets the injured science envoy up onto a biobed :: Rhan K'hal: :: steps in :: Indaura Ryssan: Are you not a Rihan? :: Examines the envoy:: Hakran K'hal: Romulan> My associate is Tamaran. She also very likely has a broken jaw, thus her reticence. Rhan K'hal: :: waits till the door closes :: Is it first officer training to be a mother hen or does she come by it naturally? Indaura Ryssan: :: Hypos :: Ah yes, first, something for the pain. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: There's a whole seminar on it at the academy I think. Maryse Dubois: ::Walks back over to Hunter.:: The power of medicine. Here. ::Hands him the energy bar.:: I'll give you a couple minutes, then we'll go to sickbay. Cptn Swain: ::Lift:: Flight deck. William Chocox: ::smacks the part of the wiring he’s working to see if that works:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::pleased with himself for getting one of the science 1 keyboards working again:: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::takes a look at his list for helm, not sure what he should do with it:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Everybody knows that the Captains are the brash teenagers and their Commanders are the professional babysitters that have to keep them from running through the halls with scissors. )) Indaura Ryssan: Yes, you are correct, a fracture along the maxilla Cptn Swain: (( no lies detected )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Engineering arrives on the bridge with crates of repair parts. Miranda motions them to take the bad ones back down to engineering. Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: while Indaura works on the Tamaran, pulls out his communicator and tries contacting his ship :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::then shrugs, figuring that he'd have to wait until they get to port, but then how would they get to port?::: Indaura Ryssan: :: places a type of cast on the Tamaran's face :: This will set the bone and start to induce regrowth. Can you leave it one for an hour or two? It will beep when it's finished. Hakran K'hal: Tamaran> Mrrraghagh. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::turning, hoping that has helm stuff::: Cptn Swain: ::Exits the lift onto the flight deck, which itself was a mess. Crates, containers, tools, machines -- even a few fighters -- had been heavily jostled. d'A was running about barking orders when she spotted the Captain and the Cait.:: Indaura Ryssan: It's working..... :: waits :: It's set. Rhan K'hal: :: combs through his matted and singed fur with his claws on the lift ride and walk onto the flight deck :: William Chocox: ::continues working, muttering under his breath about neutron flows:: Irene Mincine: :: Maryse is notified that Irene is no longer in danger of dying, but given the reverse healing properties of the area... they can't guarantee how long that will last, nor how long their supplies of compatible blood will last. Klingon/Human blood isn't the easiest to synthesize, and given their lack of power... :: Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: with nothing but deafening silence, even on the black band frequencies, scowls in a way that Romulans are really good at :: Hunter Matheson: ::finally looks at the energy bar, then puts it aside::: Cptn Swain: d'A> You could have picked a better time for an inspection, mon capitaine. Indaura Ryssan: :: to the Tamaran :: How is the pain? Give me fingers, 1 to 10, 10 being the most pain Rhan K'hal: :: smirks :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Starts unpacking the crates, feeling a sense of nostalgia at getting her hands dirty again. Draws out an entire box of replacement chips.:: Tork, I've got a present for you. Cptn Swain: I like to keep people on their toes. How's my ride? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Ma'am? For helm? ::way too excited::: Hakran K'hal: Tamaran> :: seeing as she only has eight, it's a good thing she didn't need a 10 - in any case shows 4 :: Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::stands next to her, waiting::: Cptn Swain: d'A> ::frowns more deeply:: The yacht is on the other side of the ship and the lifts are down so you're going to have to take one of the Type 9s Maryse Dubois: ::Checking her message, frowning.:: Cptn Swain: Point the way. Rhan K'hal: :: sighs :: I'll never get to fly the yacht. Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Rhan:: Sorry no limo this time. Maryse Dubois: ::She make one last check on everyone on the bridge, before looking down at Hunter.:: Ready to go to sickbay, Gunny? Irene Mincine: :: They note that they will wait to wake her up until Maryse gives the order or does it herself. :: Hakran K'hal: :: pops out of the jefferies tube hatch onto the bridge :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Passes over a box.:: Replacement chips for both stations. You know how to install them properly? Hunter Matheson: ::looks up, confused::: Sickbay? Uh... yes, ma'am. ::looks around::: Indaura Ryssan: The pain medicine will keep the healing sensation at bay, but you need to lie down. Can I get you something to drink? Hakran K'hal: Tamaran> :: uses her people's hand gesture for no :: Hunter Matheson: I guess so. ::pushing himself out of the chair, he stands but is still a little disoriented so he walks carefully, running his hands along the walls for support::: Maryse Dubois: ::Helps Hunter up, calling over to Miranda.:: I'm taking your helmsman Commander. Will you need me to make a return trip to the bridge? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Engineering Ensign> ::Brings Will a data padd full of needed repairs.:: We found four blown relays and replaced two power nodules in the sensor grid. Hakran K'hal: Ah good, you're still here. :: Issaha :: What've we got? :: gimps over to the one lit console and its pointy-eared user :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::Hawthorne:: Yes, ma'am. Gunny taught me how. ::broad grin:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda looked around the bridge and shook her head at Maryse.:: No, I think the rest of us are just banged up. Nothing that can't wait. Anyone else, I'll send your way. Thanks, Doc. Rhan K'hal: :: hops into the shuttle d'A gives them, does a quick and dirty pre-flight :: William Chocox: ::works a few pieces into place:: +Hawthorne+ I’ve made some progress, can anyone check how much? Indaura Ryssan: Very well. if you wish you can rest here. Hunter Matheson: (Hey, man. Treat her like the lady she is. Quick and dirty doesn't cut it.) Cptn Swain: ::Slides into the co-pilot seat of the "Capilet" and helps finish off the preflight sequence.:: Hakran K'hal: Tamaran> :: leans back, sighs :: William Chocox: ((Scratch my last, chat froze and didn’t see the ensign)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Will+ Yea, give us a sec. We've got to replace the chips and a couple of nodes to get a working console. William Chocox: ::takes the PADD:: Ain’t that a kick in the head. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( it still works. )) Cptn Swain: Preflight completed. Launch sequencing is go. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Alright, come on Mister. ::Helping Hunter get to sickbay.:: Hunter Matheson: ::walking as best he can:: Cptn Swain: We're cleared for launch. Rhan K'hal: +Bridge+ Capilet is go for exploratory launch. Don't go anywhere. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Up, up and away. :: takes off :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to get herself a glass of water :: Rhan K'hal: We'll definitely take this nice and easy, Type 9s aren't exactly great for playing icebreaker with debris. :: eases the shuttle out of the bay :: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Understood ma’am. We had four blown relays in the sensor grid and had to replace two power nodes ourselves down here. Maryse Dubois: ::Returns to sickbay with Hunter. She gets him a free bed.:: Ok. Lay down for a while. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is on a bed in the sickbay ward, looking like hell. A tub nearby is full of discarded blood packs. How can you tell she's in rough shape? She's got ALL THE NUBBINS stuck to her head. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Moves to operations and replaces the blown chips and one of the nodes, then rebooted and slid into the seat. She leaned on the console, one hand on her injured ribs as she waited for it to power cycle.:: Indaura Ryssan: Hello Doctor Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Indaura.:: Seems you had things in hand here. Indaura Ryssan: Nothing major, but a lot of things Rhan K'hal: :: brings the shuttle around the bulk of the Excalibur facing the direction the other ships &/or remains *should* be :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> As the Capilet exits the ship, they find themselves in surprisingly empty space. There is no debris to be found or evidence of any other ships. Hunter Matheson: Tork> :::literally under the helm lip, checking and double-checking the placement, then inserting the datachip into the socket::: Maryse Dubois: I can imagine. Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: notes the new doctor with the more massive neck pippage, makes his way over :: Rhan K'hal: Oh boy. Maryse Dubois: Any word on Mincine's surgery? :;Notices the approaching Romulan.:: Indaura Ryssan: Nothing yet Rhan K'hal: Well. Good news. I'm not going to run into anything. Cptn Swain: ::Looking out and up and then back to the sensor array:: Cptn Swain: There's not even an ion trail. Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: waits at that perfect respectable "I'm waiting to talk to you and making sure you know it but trying to give you the space you deserve" distance :: Cptn Swain: Let's see if we can figure out where or... rather when we are... Irene Mincine: :: A nurse comes over to Maryse and Indaura, telling them that Mincine can be awoken at any time, and that her new name is ol' One-Kidney due to the un-healing effect giving them no other choice. Well, maybe not in those words, but something like that. :: Rhan K'hal: I really, really hate it when we break time. Hunter Matheson: ::led to a bed, he inches up on it but the minute he lies down he realizes it's not the thing to do and sits up:::: Cptn Swain: ::Begins tapping:: Start running a scan of the area for chroniton particles while I try to calculate the year. With the Excalibur's computers and sensors still offline, we having to do this more the old fashioned way. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Let's see if the upgraded micro-sensor packages they installed when we got refit are worth the hype. :: begins scanning :: Maryse Dubois: :;Frowns, nodding to the nurse.:: Indaura, go check on her. I think I have something else I need to handle at the moment. ::Approaches the Romulan.:: Are you in need of medical assistance? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::The console blooms to life and she began running sensor scans, both internal and external.:: +Chocox+ Looks like we have some functionality... Hakran K'hal: Romulan> First I wanted to see what word there was on the Kaedwani? He was sent down after the first... difficulty. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to see Irene :: Hunter Matheson: ::then slowly... slowly he leans back, pillows his head, and is out cold::: Indaura Ryssan: :: At her side :: Let's wake her, Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Maryse Dubois: He is resting at the moment. Cptn Swain: I hope I am wrong. Rhan K'hal: I hope you are too if you're saying that. Indaura Ryssan: :: Hypos Irene :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene slowly opens her eyes and looks up at Indaura. She notices the blood pack hooked up to her arm (among a few other things), realizes where she's at, and turns her head away from Indaura. :: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Excellent, want us to keep working on them? Cptn Swain: Based on the star positions... we're uh what is the old earth phrase, not in Kansas anymore Toto. Hakran K'hal: (( no, Will, take a lunch break and see what's on Netflix )) Indaura Ryssan: What's wrong? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ No, they're sufficient for now. See what you can do with the engines. Irene Mincine: "I hate sick bay." :: She responded, weakly. :: William Chocox: ((They’re not the only thing broken.)) Rhan K'hal: I don't particularly like Kansas, but I think I'll like it better than the rest of your news. William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ On it ma’am. Hunter Matheson: Tork> :::finishing up with the datachips and ready to test if they'll let him::: Cptn Swain: ::Leans back:: We are no longer in 2388. Indaura Ryssan: Something I can do to make it better? Rhan K'hal: 2883? 3828? 2.388? Irene Mincine: "Fire up those holoemitters with my Prell program?" :: Irene smiled to Indaura. :: "Get me out of this bed and back to work?" Indaura Ryssan: One thing at a time Mincine Hakran K'hal: Romulan> That is good. I suppose this is when my people would normally be extremely rude and start demanding answers. I'll bypass the rude and demanding part and take anything you can give me. I can't even contact my ship. Cptn Swain: Give or take a year or two. It is 2282, Earth Standard. Indaura Ryssan: Music, or white noise... an ocean perhaps? Cptn Swain: << .. and .. >> Maryse Dubois: Unfortunately, I don't have anything. We're trying to get sensors back up so we can find out ourselves. Rhan K'hal: Um... weren't the Romulans in control of this area more actively at that time, Captain? Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: sighs :: I guess I am at your disposal, though I can't imagine you need a physicist in your way down here. Cptn Swain: Yes. Irene Mincine: :: Irene put a hand to her forehead ridges. :: "I'm going to be here a while, aren't I?" Rhan K'hal: We're in deep [REDACTED]. Indaura Ryssan: I can try to release you to your quarters, but you'd have to be monitored. Cptn Swain: ::Exhales:: Well, on the bright side at least we're not in a paradox. Cptn Swain: I shouldn't say that, should I. Cptn Swain: No. Pretend I didn't say that. Cptn Swain: ...and................. Irene Mincine: :: A nurse whispered that Irene was in no shape to be released anywhere. :: "Just let me sleep..." Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0113.2019 The Excalibur was thrown about by a rather impressive CGI explosion caused by the warp core of the Kaedwani cruiser detonating near the spatial anomaly we encountered when we entered the system, which then seemingly revealed the freighter that started this whole mess appearing through a "window" in the disturbance and it exploding as well. Excalibur ship and crew are both wounded, with primary systems offline including external sensors and main power.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, in responding to a distress call, has found itself in a difficult situation. We pick up as the situation hits a critical point. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: << Everyone give me a number 1-10 >> William Chocox: ((8)) Irene Mincine: ((6)) Maryse Dubois: ((7)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( 3 )) Cptn Swain: (( this is going to be pretty lol )) Indaura Ryssan: (3) Cptn Swain: ACTION> The wave roils out in a gorgeous display that no doubt is taking like half of a seasons budget. And in that moment, sensors detect almost a window opening in the explosion where a freighter is moving along at impulse. Sensors detect a distress call and then a second explosion rippling out from the "window." The energy dispersed is massive, sending all four ships flying in various directions. Cptn Swain: ::Grabs onto the railing again as the Excalibur is sent flying in all directions:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda had braced for the impact, but even those few moments of preparation weren't sufficient to keep her from being knocked about. The armrest of her chair struck her ribs hard and her fingers dug into the fabric as she tried to keep her seat.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: bracing for something or not, she's trying to keep medical in preparation mode :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene tries to brace herself at her station but ends up flying across her side of the bridge, slamming into some broken piece of equipment as the Science II station showers the area in sparks and slag. She remains down once the shaking calms down. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Manages to get braced between a wall and a biobed.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> :::oof:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Indaura is tossed to the wall as the ship and all of its contents are spun around on all three axis :: Hunter Matheson: ::Kal had seen it coming and braced for impact, but the milliseconds he had to respond went beyond ordinary response. His head snapped back against the helm chair, then forward and sideways several times, and he blacked out::: Cptn Swain: ::Pulling himself back, up looking more rumpled than before a cut on his forehead bleeding:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Has the wind knocked out of her :: Maryse Dubois: ::Pulls herself up, looking around sickbay.:: Is everyone alright? Irene Mincine: :: Irene groans, confirming she can still move all her limbs at least. She doesn’t get up, though. :: “...impact.” :: She’s tangled up in a pile of metal and electronics. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She pushed her hair out of her face as the ship slowed and winced as her next breath stung painfully.:: +Medical+ Everyone in one piece down there? We need assistance on the bridge. Indaura Ryssan: I feel mauled by a pakled, but I am alright. Maryse Dubois: ::Checking on everyone.:: +Miranda+ We're a little shaken. I'll be on my way. Cptn Swain: ::Pulls himself up more fully:: That hurt. Hunter Matheson: ::he finally comes around, muttering something about getting helmets and tack gear and maybe a new head and neck if they got any at MARDET::: Maryse Dubois: ::Grabs a kit.:: I'll go to the bridge. I think I don't need to mention we're about to get busy. I'll be back as fast as I can. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She tapped at her armrest console, sending a message to all decks for a damage report.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up :: What happened? William Chocox: ::looks around after shaking his head to clear it:: Is there an alarm going or are my ears just ringing? William Chocox: +Bridge+ Guys, what just happened? Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::had strapped in seconds before so was shaken but not stirred:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::starting to pull himself together:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ One of the damaged ships ejected their core and it flew into the nearby spatial anomaly. We were hit by the blast. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Most of the consoles on the bridge are out, and power is flickering intermittently as the automated systems struggle to compensate. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ I need status on our engines and power systems. We're all but dead up here. Irene Mincine: “I think I’m gonna need a new station, Commander.” :: Science II is a smoking pile. Irene somehow managed to avoid getting burned too badly, at least. The blood she spit up was a little concerning though. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks around :: The ship is having trouble. Our backups have kicked on... Hunter Matheson: ::rests his elbows on the console, head in his hands to stop the spinning and mutters::: Holy sh*t.. what was that? William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Yeah, I've got a million alarms going on. Let me see what I can get you. William Chocox: ::starts getting status reports:: Maryse Dubois: ::I'm not sure what happened, but you have sickbay. ::Takes her kit and heads for the bridge.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods :: Safe travel... Hunter Matheson: Tork> You okay boss? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose and stumbled to her feet to one of the aux consoles to see if she can diagnose the problem from the bridge.:: Medical is on the way, Mincine. Hunter Matheson: ::breathing deeply:: Dunno. Take helm... if there still is one. Hunter Matheson: Tork> On it. Cptn Swain: ::Finding a console, he also started looking:: External sensors are offline. It's a wonder we have internal sensors. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::working as best he can but not sure exactly what he can do:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets calls from those injured around the ship :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps onto the bridge, looking around.:: William Chocox: +Bridge+ Hey guys, the good news is that the warp core is mostly ok. The bad news is that the entire propulsion system is a bit...um...messed up. Cptn Swain: Lovely. Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughed. :: “I’ll be fine, Commander. I think I bit my tongue when I landed. My back’s killing me, though. Can’t we get some softer bridge walls?” :: She reached behind herself, seeing her hand covered in blood when she pulls it out. :: “Oh...” Cptn Swain: Let's see about the other ships. Cptn Swain: Are communications working? Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees the first of the injured at medical's doorstep :: Maryse Dubois: ::Goes over to Miranda and Irene, popping open her kit.:: Hunter Matheson: ::leaning on the helm console, eyes pressed shut against a massive headache:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Hisses as she bent to remove the control panel to one of the consoles, pulling one of the diagnostic chips to scan with her tricorder.:: Cptn Swain: CardboardKhal> Communications array is down. Indaura Ryssan: :: Points to the beds :: Guess we have to line up... Maryse Dubois: ::Notices the blood on Irene's hand.:: Are you able to move? ::Scanning.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Doctor, I think Mincine and Matheson got the worst of it, though the Captain seems to be bleeding, as well. Cptn Swain: :Miranda:: So much for the quiet mission, huh? Irene Mincine: “We have to stop meeting like this.” :: Irene said as Maryse arrived. It looks like whatever Irene slammed into decided to get revenge by ramming a thick steel rod into her kidneys. :: “Yeah, I can move, Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::stops working and looks to Kal::: Irene Mincine: “ I just can’t get up.” Cptn Swain: I am fine. ::Touches forehead:: It’s just a scratch. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::somehow not bleeding green:: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Commander, what's priority number one? Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Get under the console and check the chips first - see if they're salvageable. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ First priority is making sure our essential systems don't go down. Second would be sensors. We need to know where we are. Engines will take longest. Indaura Ryssan: :: Treating the injured :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Swain a glance as she replaced the chip in the console and reached for another.:: I knew it was too good to be true. William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Aye ma'am. ::starts delegating before grabbing his tools to get to work:: Maryse Dubois: ::Frowns.:: No, don't move. You have a rod in your kidney. +Indaura+ I need a stretcher team to sickbay. And get the surgical team ready. Hunter Matheson: Tork> :::slips to the deck and starts checking the chips:: Irene Mincine: “That’s... pretty bad, right...?” :: Irene was looking and sounding pretty out of it. A dark stain spread out from her lower back of her uniform and she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowning as he toyed with his own console. Not being a starfleet lifer, he didn't have much in the way of engineering expertise on their systems:: Maryse Dubois: Yeah it's bad, but quite fixable. ::Gives Irene a hypo as a stretcher team comes to collect her. They work carefully to free her from the console and get her to sickbay. Maryse then goes to Hunter.:: How are you doing, Gunny? Irene Mincine: :: Irene conks out and gets carried away. The Science II station continues shooting sparks. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snapped her fingers at Issaha and gestured to the chip she was holding.:: Start pulling these from the bottom, scan it for viability, and put it back if it is good. If it's bad, toss it and we'll replace it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Wrinkled her forehead at the sparking science console. Grunting in pain, she bent down to yank out the power node, cutting power to it entirely.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods, and begins doing so:: Irene Mincine: :: The console finally goes out with one of those power-down hums. :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::finds most of the chips okay, a few need replacing::: Cptn Swain: ::Fiddling with the console around the bridge ring, it sparked a bit causing him to pull back a bit:: Hunter Matheson: ::Dubois:: Feel like hell. Maryse Dubois: ::Starts scanning him.:: Hunter Matheson: Head jerked around, snapped neck, nothing more. Just wanna puke... and sleep. Cptn Swain: ...and... Indaura Ryssan: :: Working on her patients :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 0106.2019 Excalibur, in responding to a distress call, has found itself in a difficult situation. We pick up as the situation hits a critical point.

MISSION BRIEFING: In the course of responding to a distress call from a Kaedwani freighter near the border of Tamaran space, Excalibur found itself in a strange four-way standoff between Tamaran, Confederation and Romulan forces -- each of which had a slightly different version of events and sensor logs. After defusing the tension, Excalibur is currently leading an investigation into the destruction of the freighter, which was found some distance away from where the distress signal indicated having apparently drifted far longer than time would seem possible to allow. The investigative team is beginning to suspect a disturbance Excalibur passed through may have some part to play, especially after examining the wreckage and noting a number of mysterious sickbay calls where old wounds seemed to be reverting to earlier states. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Sensors suddenly show a spike in the Kaedwan cruiser's engines and the ships begins to accelerate rapidly, putting it on a collision course with Excalibur. Alarms on the bridge began blaring. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: makes a rather high-pitched squeak :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene returns to the bridge with a fresh brace stabilizing her shoulder just in time for alarms to start going off. She rushes to her station! :: "What the hell are they doing?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> Give me some shields! :::dives away from the cruiser::: Going to full impulse dive... Cptn Swain: (( LOL I forgot about the doom counter!) Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::does so:: Shields up. Cptn Swain: ::Not in the command chair, eyes going wide:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The ship's systems strain as the Excalibur dives and the internal dampners struggle to compensate. Everybody gets shaken around and/or thrown off balance. Hakran K'hal: :: gets tumbled along with their guests in the sciencey holo-command center :: William Chocox: ::lands on the piece he was looking at:: William Chocox: Whoa! Cptn Swain: ::Hanging on to the railing:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nearly falls out of his chair:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda struggled to keep her seat, white-knuckle clenching her arm rests.:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: claws click out, and there goes the upholstery again :: Irene Mincine: :: Tries to stabilize herself, ends up falling out of her chair before she gets settled. She spouts some choice Klingon curses and hops back up into it. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Everyone give me a number 1 - 10 )) William Chocox: ((8)) Hakran K'hal: (( 2 )) Cptn Swain: (( 5 )) Irene Mincine: (6) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The freighter impacts with Excalibur slightly, doing damage to one of the port nacelles. The Tamaran cruiser wasn't so lucky and gets hit head on. An explosion rocks the Excalibur as both ships are severely damaged. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: manages to hold on to his seat, but since his seat didn't hold onto the bridge floor that doesn't help much :: YOWWWWWL! William Chocox: +Bridge+ Chocox here, what just happened? Cptn Swain: ::Is thrown from his position near the center seat and smacks himself off the side of the main systems display:: Hakran K'hal: :: bangs into the holodeck wall as the simulated center disappears, hears a rather sickening crack from one of the others :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> :smacks his head off the console:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> ::Struggles to keep the ship from flying off course while hanging onto his console for dear life.:: Irene Mincine: :: Flies out of her chair, since she once again hadn't been settled in it! She bounces off one of the bridge rails and lands hard on the floor. :: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: lets go of the chair with his fur sticking straight up everywhere and struggles back to his console :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Power across the ship begins to flicker as the EPS grid lights up. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Port nacelle damage. The Kaedwan and Tamaran cruisers are severely damaged. Cptn Swain: ::Struggling black to his feet:: And the Romulans? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> They seemed to be in the one relatively safe spot in this mess, their shields are up but not detecting any damage. Irene Mincine: :: Irene slowly crawls back to her console, which is flickering with the power grid. :: "My console's useless, sir... can't tell you what's going on with anything out there from here." Cptn Swain: Coordinate emergency response with them. ::Looks to Miranda:: You okay? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Aye, Captain. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Is deffo going to have a bump on his forehead:: The EPS relays appear to be affected. William Chocox: ::notices the flickering:: Alright, analysis has been fun my Physicist friend, but duty calls. Cptn Swain: Augustin> Shields are holding, but just barely. Seeing some response delays. EPS network is compromised. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Roms+ Excalibur to [shipname], we're detecting bodies in the vacuum. We're experience some power difficulties, it would be best if you handled any transports. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> ::Eventually brings the ship level and things steady out. Wipes sweat from his forehead.:: Hakran K'hal: Physicist> :: upside down :: Yeah, I gathered that from down here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Takes a breath.:: Yes, I'm fine. Are you? ::Stands and brushed back her hair, looking about the bridge.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's cut up but not too bad, fortunately. She wipes blood away that's dripping into her eyes. :: "Isolating the damaged nacelle from the power network should at least get the detailed scanners going again. I think." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: directs with cardboard medical to accept what they can of the other ships wounded :: Cptn Swain: ::Exhales:: I am going to be sore in the morning, but I think I'll be fine. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: is too busy to even think about a joke about the Captain's hubby not being aboard anymore - well, there and gone again type of thought :: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Medical is swamped, Captain. They had enough trouble with people coming in with old injuries, now we have new ones and a rescue operation. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Kaedwani ship is still experiencing power problems and has signaled they are going to eject their core. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Agh. The Kaedwani ship is going to eject their core. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> We really don't want that going boom right here right now. If the Romulans can't drag it off to a safe distance we should launch a fighter wing. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Was just about to suggest that. Cptn Swain: Can we use our tractor beam to push it as well? Cptn Swain: ::Looks to Miranda, trusting the engineer more than himself:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene slides over to another console, trying to figure out the safe distance to be from the core. :: "Um... we have to act fast, whatever we decide to do." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: listens to the message from the Romulan ship :: They don't want to move so they can continue transporting those in immediate danger. Sending the go to Flops. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda nodded in agreement.:: Mr. K'hal, please contact them to do just that. We can move to a safe distance, but the other two ships are too disabled. William Chocox: ::makes his way back to engineering to coordinate repairs:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Scowls slightly and moved to the engineering console on the bridge.:: Cptn Swain: Can we do it then? Cptn Swain: What’s our status? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ I need a status report on our engines. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: passes the 'would you mind dragging that thing off' order to Constance and checks the tractor status :: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ I'm on my way to Engineering right now. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> I think we'd be marginable assistance with the tractor considering our lack of reliable power. The last thing we need is to try to gently nudge it and get a power surge and give it a right hook. Cptn Swain: Between us and the fighters we should be good. Where are we on launch? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Fighters are away. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Checking the ship's internal sensors.:: Several of our decks have minor damage. One of the nacelles is offline. We still have one functional. Cptn Swain: It's always something. How long until the Kaedwani eject their core? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> I'll give it one wide-beam push to get it in the general direction, the fighters can take it over from there. :: aims, sets desired power level, and hits the green button :: Hakran K'hal: :: after getting himself upright, joins the Romulan and the Tamaran next to the keening Kaedwani, who has an appendage pointing the wrong way :: Hakran K'hal: :: contacts cardboard medical :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene pops over to another console. :: "I'm locked onto their core with the sensor grid. We should have advance notice if it's about to go boom. Looks like they're about to eject." Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::still feeling a little woozy from the bump on his head::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Alarms go haywire again as their readings show the Kaedwani core going critical. The core ejects, shooting off rapidly away from the crippled ships. William Chocox: ::walks into Engineering and gets to work:: +Hawthorne+ Made it to Engineering Ma'am. Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ K'hal to Swain. We have medical on the way for the Kaedwani scientist. Can we get her transferred to her ship? And, by the way, what's going on? Inquiring guests want to know. Irene Mincine: "You all right, Lieu--" :: Irene is distracted by one of those large blinking red lights on her console! :: "They've ejected their core. It's... gone critical, sir! Moving away extremely rapidly. Not sure about safe distance yet." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Aaaagh. Fighters coming about hard, heading for the barn. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> It's well out of our tractor range, it's out of our hands now. William Chocox: ::looks up at the alarms:: Oh boy. Cptn Swain: +k'Hal+ The Kaedwani ship is experiencing trouble with their control systems and was out of control. We took an indirect hit, and the Tamarans weren't so lucky. Both ships are in critical condition and the Kaedwani just ejected their reactor core. PLease stand by. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Making a very loud noise:: Oh dear. The core and our fighters are headed directly for the anomaly. Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ Oh, is that all. I'll bring the Romulan and Tamaran to the conference room as soon as medical has the Kaedwani in their hands. K'hal out. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> ::As there was nothing they could do, he moved the Excalibur to a safe distance after all of the fighters had returned.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene turns to Issaha. :: "Am I right to believe that a warp core detonating in the anomaly would be *extremely bad*?" Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: Issaha :: I think your console needs a reboot, it's returning old data. Also: eep. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Possible! Cptn Swain: (( going to pause early, lol )) Cptn Swain: (( you know how i love a good cliff hanger )) Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: remotely gives Issaha's console a zap, which correctly shows the fighters now safely aboard, but the core is still going right for the anomaly, like a hole in one :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The camera cuts to the slow-mo of the core hurdling towards some pretty lights for visual emphasis and BOOOOOOOM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 1223.2018 - No Sim (Christmas) SD 1230.2018 In the course of responding to a distress call from a Kaedwani freighter near the border of Tamaran space, Excalibur found itself in a strange four-way stand off between Tamaran, Confederation and Romulan forces -- each of which had a slightly different version of events and sensor logs. After defusing the tension, Excalibur is currently leading an investigation into the destruction of the freighter, which was found some distance away from where the distress signal indicated having apparently drifted far longer than time would seem possible to allow. The investigative team is beginning to suspect a disturbance Excalibur passed through may have some part to play, especially after examining the wreckage and noting a number of mysterious sickbay calls where old woulds seemed to be reverting to earlier states.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has started bringing aboard debris from the freighter, and the various members of the science crews from the other ships have also joined us. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is directing the various enlisted people in positioning the debris in a way that allows people to walk around them and look at all of them:: Hunter Matheson: ::helm, chewing on a mint::: Hakran K'hal: :: a Caitian, a Tamaran, a Kaedwani and a Romulan scientist walk into a bar er… holodeck 1 rather, which has been turned into a combination conference room and scientific data command center that's linked to the various labs :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::on the bridge, looking at the readings from their somewhat deeper scans of the area;; Irene Mincine: :: Irene walks back onto the bridge, re-taking her station. She holds her head once she gets in her chair. :: "Analgesic better kick in quick..." :: She looks at Issaha going over the sensor readings. :: "Find out anything new?" Indaura Ryssan: :: Down in medical :: Hakran K'hal: Have a seat, I'll go over what we've thus far discovered and what we're currently looking at and for. Rhan K'hal: :: also on the bridge, concentrating on organizing the debris recovery operation at mission ops :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looking over the internal sensor logs, trying to figure out why so many are having headaches.:: Hakran K'hal: :: gives a basic and brief summary while trying to measure up the various representatives to see who and what he's dealing with :: Hunter Matheson: ::scanning the board, making sure they're not moving from stationkeeping, which would make stationkeeping a misnomer and maybe create some heavy you-know-what for the Romulan ship::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> A few more crew arrive in medical, though these are complaining of pains in recently healed wounds. Several have cuts and abrasions that have reopened and are bleeding. Rhan K'hal: :: getting aggravated with one of his underlings, gets rather growlier than is his custom :: We only keep two sphinxes aboard, and they can't pick up everything. They're to be saved for what science determines to be too unstable for transport. Understood? Indaura Ryssan: :: Tends to the first wounded :: What's going on here? :: scans where the pain is :: Maryse Dubois: ((Swain isn't going to start moving from various Excalibur's in time now is he?)) Cptn Swain: (( Don't give me ideas )) Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) William Chocox: ((::shudders at the idea of a time travel episode::)) Hakran K'hal: So, the chronitons are our major indicator at this point, but until we get more data from the debris we won't be able to say with any certainty if the destroyed vessel was in any way affected by the anomaly the Excalibur experienced. William Chocox: ::Random Crewman:: One meter between all pieces as much as possible! How many times does that need to be repeated? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda leaned on one side of her seat, leg bouncing as she looked over the scans.:: Hakran K'hal: Various Scientists> :: in CB 1, using the big gun scanners on the debris :: Maryse Dubois: ::To Indaura as she passes by.:: I wish I knew. Hakran K'hal: :: rises :: All of the data on the debris will be available on this bank of kiosks. :: rises and does a Vanna White :: Other external data will be available on other kiosks. Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ Sickbay to Bridge. Rhan, when you said we passed though a couple chronitons, exactly how many was that? I'm getting crewmen in here with old cut and scars reopening. Hakran K'hal: If any of you have ideas, or wish to provide independent analysis I am willing to allow the data itself to be transmitted to your own people, and you may view the debris itself. Irene Mincine: "Lt. Kaelin, you're not doing that Vulcan silence thing at me, are you?" :: Irene reaches over to shake his chair, then immediately grabs her supposedly no-longer-bum shoulder. :: "Ah, ****! Maryse, you butcher..." :: Grrr. :: Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ The time we were really looking for it? Again, not that many. But it wasn't the first time we passed through it, and we weren't really going sensors blazing because of the delicate diplomatic issues. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::lifts a brow:: Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ So I can't tell you exactly how many we may have been exposed to overall. Indaura Ryssan: :: to someone on the biobed :: I remember using the regenerator on this very wound. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Are you... injured? Irene Mincine: "I *was*, a month ago." :: Frustrated, she spins around in her chair. :: "Permission to be relieved, Commander... I need to take a trip to sickbay." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced up to Irene, brows raised in curiosity.:: Are you feeling ill, Mincine? Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ I see. Well then inform Command, that I recommend to avoid passing through the anomaly again until we can figure something out. Hakran K'hal: Physicist> :: calls out to Will :: Excuse me sir, do you have something available that can do a thorough alloy analysis on this? I'm getting something funky. Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ Acknowledged. William Chocox: Yeah, hold on. ::grabs an appropriate tool and walks over to them:: What kind of funky? Hakran K'hal: Physicist> It's like some of this has separated back into its component metals, but that doesn't make sense. Irene Mincine: :: Irene gave Miranda a look, like 'uhhhhh, yeah?'. She was holding her repaired shoulder with her other arm. :: "I was just reaching for, um... something... and felt a pop. I want to get it looked at." William Chocox: No...no it does not. ::starts running his tool over it:: Rhan K'hal: :: to the command area :: Doctor Dubois strongly advises we avoid the anomaly until we know what's going on. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded and waved a hand in dismissal.:: Then go, if you need to. I hope it is nothing serious. Hakran K'hal: :: satisfied that for now that the foreign trio are willing to check out the data buffet he laid out, heads off to a quiet corner of the holographic science-o-rama room :: +Issaha+ Lt Kaelin, report. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Lifts brow in faux-vulcan fashion:: Fascinating Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Did she say why, Mr. K'hal? ::Looking to Rhan.:: Irene Mincine: "Yeah. Me too, sir." :: Irene gave a quick 'Sorry' to Issaha, followed by a slight laugh at his Vulcan response, then headed down to sickbay. Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Khal+ We started doing deeper scans of the area across a deeper spectrum. Rhan K'hal: She was concerned about the quantity of chronitons we may have been exposed to, but if she has any further ideas she didn't say, Commander. William Chocox: ::looks at the tool's display:: That can't be right. Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ Any ideas? Cptn Swain: Issaha> +K'hal+ There are some... fascinating results so far, but nothing conclusive. Perhaps if we were able to cross reference the readings from the other ships. Hakran K'hal: Physicist> Sir? Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ I'll see if I can pry some data out of our guests. Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ Send down the scan particulars and I'll pass it along. Cptn Swain: Issaha>+Khal+ ::tapping away:: Sending now. The subspace scans in particular are interesting. Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ Understood. K'hal out. Irene Mincine: :: Irene arrived at sickbay, looking for Dr. Dubois, still holding her recently-repaired shoulder. :: "Busy in here, isn't it?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Hmm... well, keep us out of it for now. Mr. Khal, if you haven't received sensor logs from the other ships, please contact them to have them sent over. It would be nice to have other data to compare to our own. Hakran K'hal: :: heads over to the reps, asks them for the independent scans to his Vulcan-for-a-day's specs :: William Chocox: So...look, some of this is just what we'd expect to find if it was blown up. However, look here. ::points:: Those are literally the component materials that this alloy is made out of. Indaura Ryssan: Doctor? Hakran K'hal: Physicist> No. [REDACTED]. Way. :: blush :: Sorry, sir. But wow. Hunter Matheson: ::grabs another mint before rubbing his temples::: Cptn Swain: :Exits onto the bridge, tea cup in hand: Maryse Dubois: :;Was still looking over data, then turns. Sees Irene.:: The shoulder? :;Sighs.:: William Chocox: Yes [REDACTED] way. That doesn't make any sense. At least from my engineering perspective. Rhan K'hal: Looks like our guests are asking for that as we speak, Commander. Maryse Dubois: I guess it couldn't just be simple cuts that come undone. Hakran K'hal: Phys> Can you send that to the labs asap, sir? Lt. K'hal will definitely want that nugget. Indaura Ryssan: :: to the room :: Do we rebill these people for these treatments?" Rhan K'hal: Cargo Handler with a broken foot> Ha. Ha. Ha. William Chocox: Yes, yes I will. Irene Mincine: :: Nod nod. :: "It was perfectly fine... then it wasn't. So much for Klingon resilience, huh? It feels like you never did anything to it!" Rhan K'hal: We're receiving incoming data stream from the Romulan and Kaedwani ships. The Tamaran ship is... taking its time apparently. William Chocox: +K'hal+ Hey Science K'hal, I have something really weird that we're sending you. Rhan K'hal: :: routes it to data central :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good. ::Nods. Glances over to Swain.:: Sir. Cptn Swain: Status report? Hakran K'hal: +Will+ Oh? Let's have a look. :: plops in a chair and wheels over to his console :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Treating someone else now :: Hakran K'hal: +Will+ What the? William Chocox: +K'hal+ That was our reaction. In as many words. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Something of a hiccup in Excalibur's navigation causes it to slip out of its current location and move to another seemingly of its own accord. Maryse Dubois: Seems a lot of people have been suffering similar effects. ::Motions to a bed.:: Have a seat. Hakran K'hal: :: goes into his extreme concentration mode :: Rhan K'hal: Holy mother of moo milk, what was that? Irene Mincine: "Really? Good thing we haven't been in any big battles recently, huh?" :: Irene plopped down in the biobed, carefully. :: "I really hope I don't need another round of surgery..." Hunter Matheson: ::blink:: Whoa.... Tork. You messing with stuff? ::madly struggles to get the ship back into position::: Hunter Matheson: Tork> No, sir. Rhan K'hal: Gunny, report. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Uh... Hakran K'hal: +Will+ Have the cargo people bring that one directly to the astrophysics lab, that needs a major going over. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I don't think that's supposed to happen. Hunter Matheson: What the... ::fighting with the navigation system, to Rhan K without looking over:: Can't keep nav in position, sir. Maryse Dubois: We'll try to avoid that. As for now. ::Hands Irene a PADD with recent data that Maryse had been dealing with.:: Something to distract you with? ::Starts examining the shoulder.:: Hunter Matheson: Shifting to manual. Tork, take everything to manual. Hunter Matheson: ::checking the board, juggling things around::: Cptn Swain: ::Puts his tea cup down:: Rhan K'hal: :: checks the computer system since that's his specialty :: Hunter Matheson: :::watching nav disintegrate into its own personality::: Hold on... ::slips under his console and pulls a chip, then returns to the board::: Irene Mincine: :: Physically, it was still repaired. Problem was that the healing that's been taking place around Maryse's repair job seems to be undoing itself. :: "Ah, biological data. This I might be able to something more with than the sensor data." :: She pores over the PADD while Maryse works. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We've been having some strange occurrences since arriving here, sir. ::To Swain.:: Medical is reporting headaches in several crew. The mix matrix in the engines went off earlier and now... ::Looking to Matheson:: ...It seems like there's something tweaked in our navigation. Hunter Matheson: Captain, the ship's changing course on its own. Even on manual, it's not responding to my commands. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Delegates from the other ships are currently in the holodeck, surveying the recovered debris. Cptn Swain: Issaha> We're not actually moving. Hunter Matheson: Permission to send out an APB to warn.... Not moving? Rhan K'hal: Yeah, I think the space is moving, the way the computer is trying to recalculate based on astrometric data. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: Cross reference our actual position. We're not moving. Cptn Swain: ::Bites his lip:: Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ K'hal to Lt. ... Hell, you-know-who. Have we had any more chroniton related activity? They just found a piece of debris with materially reverted alloy. Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. Cross referencing our position with astronomical data, and.... ::looks up:: we're not moving. Maryse Dubois: Well good news of sorts. It's not completely reverted, so I can fix this without surgery. ::Goes to grab the necessary tools.:: Hunter Matheson: What the hell? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Space is moving? ::Her frown deepened.:: Hunter Matheson: ::slips the chip back into the console::: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::brings up the files:: +K'Hal+ Only background levels. But we're experiencing something unusual with our navigational array. Hunter Matheson: Well, ma'am, space is always moving, but not exactly like this... I mean... well... you know. Hunter Matheson: ::still working on it:: Irene Mincine: "Uh-huh." :: Irene is still concentrating on the PADD.. :: "There's definitely some kind of biological reversion process at work here. I think if you fix it, it's just going to un-fix itself until we find out why this is happening." Irene Mincine: "And fix *that*, presumably." Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ Good. Hunter Matheson: ::checks the Romulan ship and the other two:: Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ Good, because it means my hypothesis was correct and spacetime seems to be a *wee* bit fractured around here. Now we have to figure out how to fix it or escape its effect before we end up like the debris in cargo bay 1. Hunter Matheson: ::reestablishes stationkeeping on auto::: Cptn Swain: Issaha> +K'hal+ A reasonable supposition, but I would suggest we find out *how* it fractured first. Cptn Swain: ** TWO MINUTE WARNING ** Maryse Dubois: :;Comes back with the tools.:: Rhan mentioned chronitons, but I think there might be more to it. ::Works on the shoulder.:: You're going to have to wear a brace again for a while. Just in case it does get undone. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Sensors suddenly show a spike in the Kaedwan cruiser's engines and the ships begins to accelerate rapidly, putting it on a collision course with Excalibur. Alarms on the bridge began blaring. Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ I'd say survival tops scientific interest in this case, but if helps us do so then so be it. Pass it along to the command crew, I have to sell this to our guests. Hunter Matheson: Hang on! ::goes manual:: Strap in... Rhan K'hal: Oh boy. Cptn Swain: ...AND... Hunter Matheson: Give me some shields! :::dives away from the cruiser::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Injects someone with a mild medicine :: Hunter Matheson: Going to full impulse dive... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 1216.2018 Excalibur has started bringing aboard debris from the freighter, and the various members of the science crews from the other ships have also joined us.

SD 1209.2018 Excalibur is in a tricky situation, hosting an investigation into the destruction of a freighter along the Tamaran and Kaedwani border. The team, led by Excalibur, will also have components from the Kaedwan, Tamaran and Romulan crews.

SD 1202.2018 The Excalibur has responded to a distress call to find a, most unusual, situation. They found themselves in a four way stare down between a Kaedwan vessel who claimed not have gotten any distress call, a Tamaran vessel who did, and a Romulan warbird that has yet to reveal what exactly they are doing here. We also detected debris that matches the general parameters of a Kaedwan freighter, though it is in a slightly wrong position (and now in Tamaran space.), the warbird's commander has ordered the Kaedwan to move out of weapons range, and we have done the same with the Tamarans. A meeting has been called between all four commanding officers to determine the best course of action, but in the meantime the Excalibur has already begun to investigate the unusual disturbance they passed through just before the other vessels "appeared."

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is in a tricky situation, hosting an investigation into the destruction of a freighter along the Tamaran and Kaedwani border. The team, led by Excalibur, will also have components from the Kaedwan, Tamaran and Romulan crews. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowning, rubbing at his now surgically altered brow ridges, and also frowning about being in a starfleet uniform:: Cptn Swain: ::In his ready room with tr'Shaelon:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is on the bridge keeping a sneaky eye on those pesky Romulans with the ship's sensors, investigating whether they had anything to do with the anomaly. :: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: on the bridge at mission operations, at the beck and call of the investigation :: Hunter Matheson: ::stationkeeping next to the Romulan ship, keeping a close watch on pretty much everything that might pull the ship away from the Romulan ship and into the other ships in the area:: Hakran K'hal: :: still in his office, trying not to bang his head on the desk :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks over Issaha.:: How does it feel? Cptn Swain: Issaha> Very strange. ::nearly pouting.:: Hunter Matheson: ::meanwhile, he scrolled through all the information possible on the Tamaran and Kaedwan, not finding much::: William Chocox: ::is working in Engineering at the moment:: Hakran K'hal: :: sighs, gets a grip on himself :: Okay. I can do this. I don't *want* to do this, but I *can.* Cptn Swain: Miranda> Well now that we have the authority. Let's start to scan things more openly, hmm? Also Rhan work with your brother and engineering to begin bringing the wreckage aboard. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Aye, Commander. Hakran K'hal: +Will+ K'hal to Engineering. Maryse Dubois: You'll get used to it, but it will be tender for a while, so try not to rub it. Irene Mincine: :: Irene turns around in her chair. :: "Should we still be careful with the Romulans, Commander? I'm sure they won't hesitate to blame us for everything from microfractures to the universe collapsing." William Chocox: ::bangs head:: Ow! +K'hal+ Chocox here. Cptn Swain: Miranda> I would suggest keeping our eyes open. But we are, for the moment, working together and it would be prudent to remember their Commanding officer is still aboard, ensign. ::Thumbs to the RR:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Will+ Since we're officially investigating now, we're going to eventually be getting to bringing the wreckage aboard. I can get you the space, we might need a light touch with getting it aboard. Plus Science will likely need help with the lookie-loo portion. Oh, and we can crank up the active sensors now. And I want a sandwich. But that's not your specialty. Or is it? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sighs:: Ie. I mean... yes. Thank you, doctor. Cptn Swain: Issaha> :stiffens: This will be acceptable. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Hakran to Ensign Mincine. Where do we stand, Irene? Irene Mincine: :: Irene turns beet red. :: "Um, understood, sir." :: Irene does some slightly more useful and more powerful scanning which, hopefully, they won't object to. :: +Hakran+ "I haven't found anything yet, but I've been given permission for more in-depth analysis now that we're all officially working together. If anything suspicious comes up, I'll let you know." Maryse Dubois: ::Gives a little smirk:: Good. You are free to go then, but I recommend brushing up on some Vulcan mannerisms. William Chocox: +K'hal+ Most of my food comes from a replicator. I can make tea really well though. Where are we putting the wreckage? Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Good, thank you. I'm heading to the TR, the various scientists will be coming aboard soon. Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping in medical :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> I just have to act as boring and snoozy as possible. My people don't actualyl knwo a lot about how Vulcans actually act. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Will+ Thankfully after dropping off all that stuff, we have an entire cargo bay and it even has exterior doors in case we can't transport something for some reason. #1 is at our disposal. Hakran K'hal: :: heads for the TR :: Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "I'm giving myself a crash course in astrophysics as we speak. We should be good." William Chocox: +K'hal+ Makes sense. Want me to head over there now? Maryse Dubois: I'm sure you will be able to fool The Kaedwan and Tamaran, but I would avoid your people if you can. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Several crew members have come into medical in the past hour complaining of tension headaches. Indaura Ryssan: :: Treating someone for a headache :: There, this should last a few hours, but report back if it flares up again. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to Debois :: Doctor? Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ That's still better than the spy, the one that reads about black holes in their spare time, and the guilty party, which is likely who I'm about to meet. Hunter Matheson: ::quietly to Tork:: Okay... ::putting the information he was reading to the side:: These guys aren't exactly friends, and they sure don't like what's going on. I mean, they *probably don't like* what's going on. So set up a silent alarm that will activate here ::points to a section of the helm console:: if any of these ships takes a threatening posture. Got it? Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::thumbs up:: Got it. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Indaura.:: Yes? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: If there's nothing else then, doctor? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Will+ I can have 3 dozen cargo-handlers in place and you can direct from your shower if that's how you want to do it. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "My brain is full. Killer headache from staring at this monitor for the past couple hours. Don't worry about me though. I'll contact you if I need to." Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Issaha:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Debois :: I have treated four people in the last hour for headaches, all due to tension. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ There are standard analgesics available in the standby room, if you have to go pop one, do it. Hakran K'hal: :: enters the TR :: William Chocox: +K'hal+ That's...uh...I'll coordinate from the cargo bay. Hunter Matheson: And we'll have a lot of brass aboard, so just... ::deep breath:: ...smile and take whatever is thrown at you. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Will+ Allrighty. I'll be in touch. K'hal out. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Hak+ K'hal2K'hal. William Chocox: ::packs up his gear and starts walking to the cargo bay:: Hakran K'hal: +Rhan+ Yes, Brother? Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Ah, thanks." :: Irene turns back around to face the rest of the bridge. :: "Permission to go pop some pills, Commander?" Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Hak+ I've got engineering and my people getting ready for hauling in wreckage, and your feisty ensign is busy scanning away on active. If you need anything, I'm the party planner. Hakran K'hal: +Rhan+ Thanks, Rhan. I'm on route to the TR to meet our Border Science Council. Maryse Dubois: Headaches? That seems a bit odd. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::heads out of sickbay:: +Hak+ Lieutenant... Kaelin to Lieutenant K'Hal. Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: I would agree, and I have them the typical treatment, but the spike in incidents is unusual. Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out to Main sickbay with Indaura.:: Let me see the scan logs. Hakran K'hal: +"Kaelin"+ I figured you'd just go for Saha, but anyway, live long and prosper and all that. Indaura Ryssan: I'll put them on the big display... Indaura Ryssan: :: Four scans from four patients show on the sickbay big board :: Hunter Matheson: ::checking out status, turns to Tork:: On second thought, forget the *threatening posture* part. Just set the alarm for anything weird, peculiar, or just not right. Hunter Matheson: Tork> You mean like a "what the hell" thing? Indaura Ryssan: Perhaps the most interesting is these headaches appear in the very same areas on each patient, even cross species. Hunter Matheson: Yeah, like that. Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Hak+ And to you. How may I be of assistance, sir, Hunter Matheson: ::after rubbing his forehead he goes back to work::: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::he still found the Starfleet uniforms to be very strange. Who designed these things?:: Hakran K'hal: :: arrives at the TR, waves at the Chief as he leans against the wall to wait :: William Chocox: ::walks into the cargo bay:: Alright folks, we're going to sort these things by size, imagine it's like that old Earth Game Tetris. Hunter Matheson: (afk) Maryse Dubois: ::Looking at the screen.:: Yeah I see it right there. Strange. ::Thinks for a moment.:: I wonder if this anomaly is the cause... Maryse Dubois: +Bridge+ Sickbay to Bridge. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks puzzled :: What is the nature of this anomaly? Irene Mincine: :: Irene flips between some astrophysics manuals and the scanner logs. Maybe that's contributing to her headache. :: Maryse Dubois: I don't know. Hunter Matheson: (bak) Hunter Matheson: ::looks around for OPS, then answers::: Sickbay, Helm. Go ahead. Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ I have Irene on the bridge doing scans, but I'd like you to join her. We're doing some heavy physics on this one and I'll be busy getting a feel for these "science representatives." Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Hak+ Understood. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::heads for the bridge:: Hunter Matheson: Sickbay, Helm. Go ahead. Hakran K'hal: :: pulls a page out of Rhan's book, works remotely on a padd while he waits :: Maryse Dubois: +Hunter+ I need someone on the bridge to run an internal ship scan. Possibly higher than normal radiation or something else abnormal. William Chocox: +K'hal+ We're ready down here when you are. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Maryse+ :: butts into the conversation :: You don't ask for scans out of the blue. Something brewing? :: starts a scan :: Hunter Matheson: +DuBois+ Copy that. Hunter Matheson: +DuBois+ Stand by. Indaura Ryssan: :: thinks :: I will prepare treatments ahead of any outbreak. Hunter Matheson: ::hands it over to Rhan::: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Will+ :: gives him a double-beep acknowledgement :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::enters the bridge, inconspicuously:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: NIP :: Too bad Mreh isn't here, could use another set of K'hal paws. Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ I think so. Getting a lot of complaints about headaches from numerous crew. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: glances over to the door, does a double-take :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene growls, slapping her console. :: "Oh, come on, who took my scanner bandwidth..." :: She then notices the new and improved Issaha at the door. :: "Oh, man." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Maryse+ Ah. Hmm, nice handiwork, by the way. In any case, yeah Irene and Ensign Felton have mentioned headaches up here. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Mayrse+ Scan results coming in now... Hunter Matheson: ::swivels toward Rhan:: Sir, you might want to check out ultrasound frequencies, too. It's a bitc... uh... something I've dealt with a while ago. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Gunny, if something was buzzing in that bandwidth my radar dishes would've picked them up. :: wiggles ears :: And you'd have heard all about it. Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ I take it our new Vulcan science officer made his way up there? ::Grins.:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: mentally returns to the conversation :: +Maryse+ Affirmative. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::makes his way over to Science, trying his best to appear very boring. No bouncing.:: Hunter Matheson: ::K'hal:: Copy that, sir. Irene Mincine: :: Irene notices the two rank pips as he makes his way over. :: "So, what do I call you, Mr. Vulcan?" :: She says as she copies all her sensor logs onto Issaha's console. :: "Here's what I've got so far, by the way." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Maryse+ I'm sorry to say that internal scans have picked up nothing peculiar, other than a stray chroniton or two. Which since we passed through that anomaly a couple times I would expect a few to linger. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Greetings, Ensign. I am Lieuteant Kaelin. Mister K'hal suggested I assist you. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Maryse+ Though I'll send you the results anyway. :: packages them up and sends them down :: Maybe something will stand out to you. Indaura Ryssan: :: looks :: I'll search the database for similar incidents Hunter Matheson: ::leans into a back-crack, then cracks his neck before rubbing his temples again::: Maryse Dubois: ::Ponders:: +Rhan+ So few chronitons wouldn't affect the crew like this. And this can't be a simple coincidence. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, pointing to her relatively pip-free collar.. :: "I'm the ensign, shouldn't I be assisting you?" Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Maryse+ It's possible that some effect existed during the transits that created the necessary conditions to build a headache. Those things don't have to stick around for the body to continue doing what a body does. Cptn Swain: Issaha> We can assist each other. Irene Mincine: :: Irene tries not to burst out laughing at the... phrasing... knowing Issaha, then nods. :: "OK. I've been scanning pretty much constantly, though I don't really know what we're looking for as of yet." Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: Cptn Swain: tr'Shaelon> ::emerges from the RR, casts a glance around the room before heading out security guard in tow:: Cptn Swain: )) two minute warning (( Hakran K'hal: +Ops+ K'hal to bridge. What in the name of Admiral Nechayev's nighties is taking the other ships so long to send their reps? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::does not look up as the Romulan exits:: These are... interesting readings. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The other ships signal they are beginning to send their representatives. Hakran K'hal: Ens Felton> +Hak+ They are... ah, they're signaling now. Should be over any minute. Irene Mincine: "Captain on deck." :: Irene whispers, then... :: We're good." :: once the Romulan captain leaves. :: "See something you recognize?" Hunter Matheson: ::Admiral Nechayev's nighties?:::smirks::: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: tilts his head at Hak's phrasing :: His tail must really be in a knot. Hakran K'hal: +Felton+ Finally. Thank you, Tom. Cptn Swain: ...and... Hakran K'hal: :: stands up straight and straightens his uniform :: Hakran K'hal: Bring it on, Chief. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has responded to a distress call to find a, most unusual, situation. They found themselves in a four way stare down between a Kaedwan vessel who claimed not have gotten any distress call, a Tamaran vessel who did, and a Romulan warbird that has yet to reveal what exactly they are doing here. We also detected debris that matches the general parameters of a Kaedwan freighter, though it is in a slightly wrong position (and now in Tamaran space.), the warbird's commander has ordered the Kaedwan to move out of weapons range, and we have done the same with the Tamarans. A meeting has been called between all four commanding officers to determine the best course of action, but in the meantime the Excalibur has already begun to investigate the unusual disturbance they passed through just before the other vessels "appeared." Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::taking up the command chair again:: William Chocox: ::is in Engineering monitoring their systems as they go through the disturbance:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is watching whatever Hakran is doing with the deflector from her station on the bridge. :: Cptn Swain: Miranda> Helm, take us through the disturbance again. Nice and easy. Indaura Ryssan: :: Waiting in sickbay for the injured, looking up as if calamity rains from above :: Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Hoping whatever the Caitan has done with the deflector does not, in fact, rip them apart.:: Cptn Swain: Helm> ::nods:: Ahead thrusters only. Hakran K'hal: :: waiting to see if his abuse of the deflector array will pay dividend in explaining the debris being in the "wrong" spot :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::arrives in sickbay:: Irene Mincine: "They definitely don't teach *that* at the academy..." :: Still trying to figure out what exactly he had done. :: Indaura Ryssan: I think nausea is going to be the main course... Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Frowns:: Hello Hakran K'hal: In fact they generally try to teach that the navigational deflector is just a navigational deflector and to ignore every incident in Starfleet history when a starship has used it for something else. :: amused twist of his ear :: We never listen. Indaura Ryssan: Doctor Dubois, are you prone to nausea? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Excalibur enters the location of the unusual readings. The deflector modifications do seem to have some effect on the unusual particle density. For a brief moment, there is a small surge of chroniton radiation in the area but it dissipates quickly and there is no other noticeable change once we pass through the area. Hakran K'hal: :: reviews the data :: Damn. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::looks back down to the PADD in his hand:: Why me? Why is it always me. Maybe I should have listened to mother and become some sort of television personality or something. Maryse Dubois: ::Stepping out from the back, seeing Issaha enter.:: Ah. hello. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks worryingly up at the ceiling... then checks the sensor readings after they pass through the... thing. :: "The ship's still in one piece. What's the damn for?" Hunter Matheson: ::keeping Excal on as even a keel as you can without a keel::: William Chocox: ((Well hello Mr. Matheson.)) Hakran K'hal: The "damn" was for not using enough power. But I wanted the dish to still be there when on the far side. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Handing her the PADD:: Captain Swain has asked me to deliver these orders for you to make some... uh... small alterations to my brow ridges. Hunter Matheson: (Yo, sir.) Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Looks towards Khal with a slightly raised brow:: Anything? William Chocox: ::nothing is blaring at him so he lets out a breath:: +Bridge+ We seem to have survived down here. Cptn Swain: ACTION> In Engineering, there is a small pop up window on a console about a clock being slightly off. Hakran K'hal: Slight chroniton surge, a minor organization of the subatomic particles as we passed through. William Chocox: +Bridge+ Scratch that, apparently there's a clock out of whack. Cptn Swain: Miranda> Chroniton Radiation? Interesting. Hunter Matheson: ::listening to the chatter::: Hunter Matheson: (brb) Irene Mincine: :: Tap tap, beep beep. :: "Deflector's still operational somehow, commander. Though what those results mean..." :: She looked to Hakran to see if he knew. :: Hakran K'hal: :: has a hunch, but not enough for his more cautious nature to announce it yet :: Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Considers:: Bring us about. We should head back to the other ships. I'd rather not transport through... whatever that is. Hunter Matheson: (bak) Hakran K'hal: I would concur on that, Commander. Hunter Matheson: Come about, aye. Going to zero five zero mark niner niner. ::engages toward the other ships::: Maryse Dubois: ((Ah there we go. Was wondering why no one was saying anything. chat froze on me.)) Irene Mincine: "Could always test it on a Romulan, sir..." :: Irene said offhandedly while making sure they weren't going to get their molecules scrambled passing back through the anomaly. :: Cptn Swain: Miranda> Let’s get as much data as we can this time. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Sighs:: I will, unfortunately, be playing a Vulcan for this mission. Hunter Matheson: Remain at quarter impulse, Commander? Maryse Dubois: ::Looks at the PADD, then studies Issaha's features.:: I see. Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: What was the *exact* time when tactical computed the coordinates from the distress call? Hunter Matheson: :::watching the data stream like there's going to be a zombie coming at them::: Irene Mincine: :: Checks the sensor logs. :: "1032 hours and 43 seconds. Why?" Maryse Dubois: Take one of the private rooms. I will be with you shortly. Maryse Dubois: ::Has a couple nurses prepare what she needs for the alteration.:: Cptn Swain: Miranda> Bring us to station keeping off the Romulan port bow. Hakran K'hal: :: checks to see what the time discrepancy was that occurred during their pass-through test :: Oh, keep it handy for now. Hunter Matheson: Approaching Romulan portside, and.... Hunter Matheson: stationkeeping just off the bow. Irene Mincine: :: Irene bookmarks the spot in the log. :: "Gotcha, sir. What's your theory?" Cptn Swain: ACTION> The second pass through seemed to have little practical effect on the particles and no chroniton radiation this time. Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Watch that sensor and tell me if there is more than a 10% variable. Hakran K'hal: I'm just thinking that it's possible neither the Tamarans or Kaedwan are lying about whether they received the distress call. William Chocox: ::checks the clocks again:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene peers at the sensor data. :: "How would that be possible? They don't reconcile." Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::glances to her watch and the time table sent to her by the other K'hal:: Signal the delegations they can begin beaming over one at a time. Hakran K'hal: I'm hoping that if we can get the data from the wreckage, that only time will tell. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> On it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::trots over to the private room, sulking:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: starts the tp chain :: Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Leans back in her chair, chewing on her lip:: Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to the room once everything is ready.:: So would you prefer the area to be numb, or would you rather be put under? Irene Mincine: :: Irene peers over the logs of the wreckage. :: "There's not too much left other than dust and duranium panels. Maybe you'll be able to pull something off one of the damaged computer cores if we can find one." Cptn Swain: Issaha> Which ever you think is easiest. ::Still sulking:: I like my brow ridges. They're very handsome! How I am supposed to pass as a Vulcan... they're... they're... have you met one? Thery so boring! Hakran K'hal: We can hope. Cptn Swain: Miranda> Assuming the other three ships approve of us leading the investigation. Hakran K'hal: We can hope. Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::casts a glances towards the Ready Room.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Yes I have, and they aren't that bad. ::Scans his face and brows.:: But don't worry, I will be able to restore them when you return. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: rolls eyes :: Optimist. William Chocox: ::does a double check on the rest of the systems:: Cptn Swain: Miranda> Keep an eye on the transporters. Irene Mincine: :: Irene spins around in her chair. :: "No offense to them but I'm pretty sure we have the best science labs of the bunch... if we don't lead the investigation I don't think we have a chance of finding anything. If there is anything to find." Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::all but pouting, though that improved his mood:: Mehnka. Cptn Swain: Miranda> Just don't let any of them hear you say that, Ensign. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes up to Dubois and Issaha :: How are things going? Maryse Dubois: ::Simply nods.:: I think it may be easier if I put you under. Won't be too long. Irene Mincine: :: Smirks. :: "I am an excellent diplomat, Commander." Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Indaura.:: We're about to begin. Hunter Matheson: (brb) Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Yeah, we have lots of diplomats on this ship. Dr. Dubois has to keep healing their broken hands for some reason. Hunter Matheson: (bak) Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::looks at both of them with a withering glower:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Speaking of diplomacy, our delegations have arrived. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: is glower-proof, partly because of practice getting them from his mother, also just because he ran out of ducks long ago :: William Chocox: ((::Down in engineering:: Why do I have all these ducks? :P )) Maryse Dubois: ::Puts Issaha to sleep with a hypo, then once he is out, she gets to work.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's face turns beet red, on the other hand. :: "Ahem. So what's the plan while we wait for the diplomats to do their thing?" Hakran K'hal: Gather data as much as we can without *looking* like we're gathering as much data as we can. Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Nods:: Perhaps we can take a look at the other three ships as well. Passively of course. Hakran K'hal: +Engineering+ Lt. K'hal to Engineering. Just how high can you tune our sensors for passive scan results without them going "boom?" Hunter Matheson: :::presses back into the helm chair and gives his back a good crack, just to get the kinks out::: Indaura Ryssan: I'll watch his vitals as you work. William Chocox: +K'hal+ I could tune them fairly high. I have experience taking our systems to their limits. Hakran K'hal: +Will+ I'll take everything you can give me. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, as she works on the brow area.:: Irene Mincine: "I think we should focus on the upper EM band. That might give us the best results on what we're looking for." Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Feels a sharp pang at the mention of blowing things up:: William Chocox: +K'hal+ Got it sir. ::gets to work tuning the passive sensors:: Indaura Ryssan: Wonder if I would make a good Romulan, or Klingon for that matter? Irene Mincine: :: Irene rubs the back of her neck using her good arm. :: "Temporal mechanics always gave me a headache on Earth and it still does in space. I'm so glad I went into exobiology." Maryse Dubois: You aren't mean enough for either. :;Smirks as she continues to work.:: Hakran K'hal: :: swivels over to his screen :: It takes a different mindset. Cptn Swain: (( 2 minute warning, all reviews will be initiated by ACTION )) Hunter Matheson: (reviews?) Indaura Ryssan: No we are not, and the last time I had blood wine it did not sit well with me. Hakran K'hal: I'll give you the Romulan ship. Just don't shout "woohoo" if you find something incriminating. Irene Mincine: "I can give you a 4-hour lecture on comparative traits of Aldebaran and Proximan slime molds if you want." :: Irene goes back to her console. :: "Yes, sir, no celebrating." Hakran K'hal: I'll pass. Cptn Swain: ...and.. Indaura Ryssan: Looking good... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has responded to a distress call, where after some uh... unusual happenings, they found themselves in a four way stare down between a Kaedwan vessel who claimed not have gotten any distress call, a Tamaran vessel who did, and a Romulan warbird that has yet to reveal what exactly they are doing here. We also detected debris that matches the general parameters of a Kaedwan freighter, though it is in a slightly wrong position (and now in Tamaran space.) The warbird's commander has ordered the Kaedwan to move out of weapons range, and we have done the same with the Tamarans. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, wondering why they can't have nice things, like straight-forward distress calls :: Hunter Matheson: ::stationkeeping alongside RSE Lakin:: Indaura Ryssan: :: In medical, waiting, watching :: Tandaris Admiran: ::engineering, his novel tossed haphazardly to one side now that he actually has to pay attention:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is still manning the second science station so as not to mess with K'hal's chair settings... and still scanning for spatial anomalies. :: Cptn Swain: ::Frowns, looking at the viewer:: +Romulans+ Well now that we've prevented a shoot out... for the moment, you were saying we should chat? William Chocox: ::monitors systems:: Apparently something interesting is happening sir. ::to Admiran:: Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, everything prepped and ready. Waiting.:: Cptn Swain: Shaelon> +Excalibur+ Agreed, Captain. Would you object to my coming aboard? I would suggest a delegate from the Tamaran and Kaedwan also join us. -- if you're agreeable. Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Miranda:: Hakran K'hal: :: after working from the science section, now enters the bridge and takes his seat next to Irene at Sci 1 :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda looked warily at the Romulan, but nodded to Swain. She sent a message to security to post an escort in the transporter room.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: That's typically what happens with Romulans around. Cptn Swain: +Shaelon+ Very well. We await you. I might be best for you to speak with the Kaedwan and we'll do the same with the Tamarans. In the meantime... William Chocox: Hm. Rhan K'hal: :: orders the conference room to be readied for an uncomfortable 4-way :: Cptn Swain: Shaelon> In the meantime I assume you're going to want to begin an investigation? Yes. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Hunter Matheson: ::kinda skeptical about how that's gonna work out:: Cptn Swain: Shaelon> +Excalibur+ I would think that would be prudent and I would ask that you work jointly with my crew -- but perhaps we can talk about the details aboard your ship? Cptn Swain: ::Bites his lip for a moment:: Of course. Cptn Swain: Shaelon> +Excalibur+ Excellent. I look forward to meeting you, Captain. Irene Mincine: :: Bristles slightly at the thought of working with Romulans... She gives an unhappy silent look to Hakran as he approaches. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Keeping up to date with what is happening.:: At least they managed to de-escalate things for the moment. Cptn Swain: ::Sighs as the viewscreen finally blinks off and back to stars:: Rhan K'hal: That was an extremely reasonable exchange. I don't like it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I don't trust them. ::Miranda muttered.:: Cptn Swain: I tend to agree. Hakran K'hal: :: pats Irene on the shoulder consolingly :: No braining the guests. Without permission. Hunter Matheson: ::keeping a close watch on helm, checks and rechecks their exit vectors, points them out to Tork:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods :: Up and down... ugh Cptn Swain: I am curious exactly what they were doing, but for the moment they seem to be interested in defusing a possible conflict between the Confederation and the Tamarans. Cptn Swain: Mister K'hal, please coordinate with the Lakin on extending an invitation to the Tamaran and the Kaedwan. Limited parties on either side. Tandaris Admiran: ::looking at the systems status display:: Well, no one has started firing weapons yet, so we must have talked our way into a detente. Rhan K'hal: Yes, sir. Hunter Matheson: ::rolling the debris field around in his head, figuratively speaking cause there's not much more room for rocks in his brain:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene swings around in her chair. :: "Maybe they have an interest in whatever happened with the distress call, captain. We still haven't explained that." Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Yes, Ensign I would think so -- but one can never be too careful with the Romulans. William Chocox: That's good. Though sometimes I'd rather a shooting match with the Romulans rather than talking to them. Rhan K'hal: :: exits the bridge to the observation lounge so he can speak without the background chatter :: Hunter Matheson: ::oh yeah, the distress call - that, too::: Cptn Swain: In the meantime, I want to find out what that distortion wave was about and if it's at all connected to the distress signal. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: And sometimes it's hard to tell which one is happening. Maryse Dubois: At least at the moment, it ensures that no one will be hurt. Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: We'll have to keep our efforts on the low until I can find out what the Romulans are upto with this suggestion of a joint investigation. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda nodded.:: Mr. Matheson, take us back to the area where our sensors went haywire so we can have a better look. Cptn Swain: I'll leave that in your capable hands. Cptn Swain: Also someone should send a message to fleet on the low down and let them know what we're dealing with... and someone find me Mr. N'Dak. Hakran K'hal: I've summoned Issaha already sir, he should be on his way. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. ::checks the coordinates and moves out:: Rhan K'hal: Ops> Aye, sir. :: begins to put together the message :: William Chocox: See, this is why fighting the Klingons can be better. At least you know when the fighting starts. Irene Mincine: "Now that the ships aren't ready to shoot each other, I should be able to get a clearer reading." :: Reconfigures the sensors to scan for the distortion that they encountered earlier. :: Cptn Swain: Have him join me in the observation lounge where I will be preparing myself for... ::waves hand:: whatever this is. Rhan K'hal: :: back in the ObsLo, trying to work with his Romulan counterpart to get the other two species to cooperate on the small contingent discussion scenario :: Hunter Matheson: ::TAC:: Alert me when we're within range of the distortion, if you would, sir. Just so we don't get caught up in it. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::has handed over tactical to one of his juniors while he works on the security for the incoming delegations.:: Hunter Matheson: ::hopes the Roms are aboard cause if not they might transport somewhere else::: Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: While you're working on that I'll look at our other data on the debris. I'm interested to see if it's evolved the ability to migrate. Cptn Swain: ::Steps down from the CO chair, stopping next to Miranda's chair, lowly:: I don't like anything about this. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Right, except that sometimes it turns out you’re actually courting. Irene Mincine: "You sure you don't want to switch, lieutenant? I mean, I'm the biologist here..." :: Irene's tapping away on her console. :: Hunter Matheson: ::listening for the JO's signal:: William Chocox: ::Admiran:: Typically less of a risk in ship to ship combat. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She frowned and shook her head.:: Me, either. We're on the tipping point and all it'd take is a little push to send these two neighbors into all-out war. Hakran K'hal: Consider it cross-training. Plus you've already been working on it. Tandaris Admiran: You would think that, wouldn't you … stick around long enough, though…. Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Keep an eye on your end and let me know if anything looks suspicious. Cptn Swain: Hyen> ::frowns, looks at the sensors:: Approaching the approximate location where we encountered whatever that was. Cptn Swain: ::Bites his lip again:: Keep me apprised. Hunter Matheson: ::Hyen:: Aye, sir. Putting on the brakes. Cptn Swain: ::Heads for the Obs lounge:: Irene Mincine: "Working my way up the ladder from exobiologist to astrophysicist." :: Irene smiled, calling out to the bridge. :: "Activating high-intensity, yet down-low scan sequence, commander. Let's see if we can figure out what that mess was without anyone else picking up on it." Hunter Matheson: We're at the edge of the distortion, Commander. Hunter Matheson: Holding steady. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Arrives on the bridge a few moments after Swain enters the observation lounge. He looked more than a little skittish.:: William Chocox: On second thought I'm not sure I want to stick around that long. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Very good, Matheson. ::She stood and moved to Irene's station. Giving Issaha a glance, she pointed to the observation lounge.:: The Captain wishes to speak with you. Rhan K'hal: :: speaking with the Kaedwan from the far ObsLounge screen :: "Limited parties" does *not* include a 12 person security detail. Everyone else has agreed to the numbers, sir. We have more than sufficient security aboard. Hakran K'hal: :: notes Issaha :: Observation Lounge, Issaha. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::takes a deep breath and heads off:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene watches Issaha for a moment, then speaks to everyone around her station after he leaves. :: "He looks like there's a firing squad in the lounge." :: Tap, tap, tap... :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Checking her padd :: Rhan K'hal: :: huffs out a sigh after everything is agreed upon, the coordinates have been provided, and the comms switch off :: Rhan K'hal: :: mutters :: This is why I went into computer systems instead of communications. Maryse Dubois: Seems like we will be hosting some delegates from each party. Should be fun. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks at Rhan:: You sound like my husband. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::enters the lounge:: Rhan K'hal: :: turns, smiles at Swain :: After getting a chance to work with him, I take that as a high compliment, sir. In any case, everything is set. I gave us 30 minutes to prep before they beam over. Cptn Swain: He's an excellent officer, as are you. Good work. If you wouldn't mind though, I'd like a moment alone with our resident Romulan expert. Rhan K'hal: :: nods to Issaha, glances back to swain :: You know where to find me if you need me, sir. Rhan K'hal: :: heads back out to the bridge :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Initial scans of the spatial distortion show high concentrations of subatomic particles, the majority of them being photons and quantum particles in strange configurations. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Rhan, twists an ear :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> Captain. Rhan K'hal: :: wrinkles his nose, flips his ears sideways with a tail flick :: Hakran K'hal: :: huffs :: Cptn Swain: ::waves his hands:: Please have a seat. Can I get you anything? ::at the replicator:: Tea, herbal variety number.... 78-B. Hot, no sugar, no cream. Cptn Swain: Issaha> No, thank you I am fine. ::Taking a seat. Issaha felt somewhat intimated by Swain, and even more so in the moment.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Being called for a personal interview with the Captain often makes people nervous. I've no clue why. ::She smirked as she looked over Irene's shoulder at the distortion readings.:: Irene Mincine: "It's... uh..." :: Irene tries to get Hakran's attention back. :: "Lots of weird subatomic particles. I'm not sure what all this means, but we've got plenty of info on what's in there." :: Irene looked pretty above her element. :: Cptn Swain: I thought the whole purpose of this arrangement, El'Arrain, was to keep you away from other Romulans. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sheepishly:: Ie. Rhan K'hal: :: takes over the mission operations station this time, double checks the bio-profiles of the various species and makes sure that the limited, sparse refreshments offered won't kill anyone :: Cptn Swain: We seem to be doing a very poor job of that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She straightened and walked back to the command center.:: Matheson, take us through the distortion on our previous course. Slowly. Hunter Matheson: ::has a pretty good idea what it means and he's staying way away from it, hopefully::: Hunter Matheson: ::sharp turn:: Ma'am? Hakran K'hal: :: transfers the data from Irene's screen to his :: Understandable, Irene. Nice start on it though. Hunter Matheson: You want me to take us through the distortion, ma'am? Due respect, there's no guarantee that it's the same configuration as it was when we first went through. Rhan K'hal: And if we don't do it now, it may not be there later. Win some, lose some Gunny. Hunter Matheson: ::nod:: Yes, sir. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::smirks, despite himself:: I don't think you can be held responsible for that, sir. Irene Mincine: "Thanks. I think I need to take some more astrophysics courses if I'm going to be at this station." :: Turns back around in her chair. :: "The readings are essentially identical to what we initially picked up... as far as I can tell." William Chocox: ::Admiran:: Are we still at red alert? I feel like Yellow would be sufficient if no one's actively shooting. Hakran K'hal: Interesting collection of muons. Hunter Matheson: ::waiting for command verification:: Tandaris Admiran: Not our call. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked at the scan data. :: "Any clue what they're doing here, though, lieutenant?" Cptn Swain: True. ::Returns to the table with a drink:: So I know what was in your report about your people's involvement in this sector and I am not going to ask you to reveal anything that would go against your oath as a Romulan officer, but anything you think you've left out that could explain any of this? Or anything you know about this Commander tr'Shaelon? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: It's called experimentation, Mr. Matheson. Hunter Matheson: ::deep breath:: Yes, ma'am. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Did Swain never back down the alert?)) Hakran K'hal: Not a single one. Cptn Swain: (( I don't think we did. I guess we're still at alert? )) William Chocox: True. The lights just wreak havoc on my eyes if they're on for too long. ::squints:: Rhan K'hal: Lights> :: are indeed still flashed red, irritatingly :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Someone turn off those blaring lights and take us back to Yellow alert. Yellow will be sufficient, since no one is actively shooting. Hunter Matheson: ::checks their exact position and pulls up their last pass through:: Moving in at one quarter impulse, Commander. Rhan K'hal: Yellow alert, aye. Rhan K'hal: :: pushes button :: Cptn Swain: (( I love you all )) Tandaris Admiran: ::looks up:: Ah-hah. Looks like someone agrees with you. Rhan K'hal: Lights> :: back down to a honey glow :: Irene Mincine: :: Watches the lighting go back to normal. :: "The reduced power emissions from powering down the weapons systems might increase the sensor resolution, as well." William Chocox: Oh thank goodness. Hakran K'hal: True. All we can do is gather data for now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The particles spike as the Excalibur travels through the distortion, but nothing changes on the sensors. The other ships are still on sensors and within range. There is a slight spike in the Warp Core, however, and alarms began to blare in Engineering as the matter / anti-matter mix matrix goes haywire. Indaura Ryssan: Not even a common cold. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Very much looking like his older and more brooding brother, Issaha frowned for a moment.:: On the first question, no. I was only a science officer so I do na have that extensive knowledge of the various operations in the sector. It could be Tal'Shiar, but... tr'Shaelon is na a Tal'Shiar agent. Or at least he wasn't. Hakran K'hal: We'll leave the speculations to the people wearing red and gold. Cptn Swain: You know him? William Chocox: Whoa whoa whoa! Hakran K'hal: Well that's interesting. William Chocox: ::starts checking the readings frantically:: Tandaris Admiran: I would so appreciate it if they warned us before they tried to do something interesting…. Irene Mincine: "Other than an increase in particle density, sensor readings are stable, commander... our own power emissions are fluctuating oddly, though..." :: Irene doesn't have much of a view of ship systems, after all. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowns:: We've met before -- he is closer to my older siblings age. I knew his younger brother better. His father is a friend of my mother’s -- an ambassador. ::bites his lip:: It might be best if I not be seen though. Hunter Matheson: +ENG+ Engineering, Helm. I'm getting a weird reading up here. Need me to float a while? Cptn Swain: I couldn't agree more. Well, technically anyway. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::brow lift:: Cptn Swain: I have an idea. Hakran K'hal: Permission to use the deflectors in a way the designers didn't plan for and wouldn't recommend, Commander? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Vulcan brow lift:: William Chocox: But where would the fun be then? ::keeps working:: Tandaris Admiran: +Matheson+ No, just don't jump to warp suddenly without telling us … Cptn Swain: My guess is that Commander tr'Shaelon is going to suggest a joint investigation. It might be helpful if we had someone on their ship who could speak and read Romulan. Obviously we can't send you over as a Romulan but... Hunter Matheson: +ENG+ Copy that. Cptn Swain: Issaha> You want me to pretend to be a Vulcan? Cptn Swain: ::nods:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::stiffles an urge to groan:: They're so boring. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Sure, Mr. K'hal. Just don't break anything. Irene Mincine: "What are you going to do?" :: Irene watches Hakran at his station, whatever he's doing... :: Cptn Swain: You'll manage. Head off to medical to see to it. ::tapping on a padd:: Take this with you. I'll inform Hakran of the uh... assignment. Hakran K'hal: +Engineering+ K'hal to engineering. I want to see if we can't solve that little matrix problem of yours and confirm a hypothesis. :: sends the particular quantum field frequencies he'd like the deflectors to emit down to Engineering :: Cptn Swain: ::Taps a note to Hakran informing him of the general gist of the plan as Issaha exits the Obs lounge, padd in hand:: Cptn Swain: ::Sips his tea and sends the note:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sullenly exits onto the bridge, heading for the lift without a word or look up:: Hakran K'hal: :: reads the note while he waits for a response from Engineering :: Tandaris Admiran: ::takes a look at what Hakran sent them:: Does this make any sense to you?? Hakran K'hal: :: an ear perks while a bit of a smile slips onto his face :: Irene Mincine: :: Watches Issaha leave, curious about what exactly went on in there... :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Laughs from something she read :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She tossed Issaha a glance as she moved to the engineering station on the bridge to have a look at what was going on in her favorite department.:: Cptn Swain: (( 4.75 minute warning )) Tandaris Admiran: ::shrugs:: If that's what they want to do make the deflector modifications, Chocox. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Crewman Harris> ::Enters medical holding his arm.:: Can someone help me? Hakran K'hal: Now, if this works, we might go for a bit of a slide, though it'll be a painfully slow one considering our mass. You should be able to compensate easily, Mr. Matheson to keep us in position. Tandaris Admiran: +Hakran+ Modifying deflectors now. Let us know how that works for you. Hunter Matheson: Keeping us in position, sir. William Chocox: ::looks over and starts:: On it boss. Hunter Matheson: ::hopefully:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene watches her station... making sure nothing's going to explode... :: Hakran K'hal: +Tandaris+ If I'm not entirely wrong, it should do more for you, but I'll be sure to pass along my regards. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She turned toward K'hal.:: What are you planning to do, Mr. Khal? I'd like to know before you actually do it and accidentally rip the ship in half. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Romulans are staying relatively near us, but keeping clear. The Tamarans and Kaedwan are also staying on their own sides of the border, but still in transporter range. Hunter Matheson: ::focus totally on holding position and did not hear that:: Hakran K'hal: I believe that something has caused a minor quantum field tear in spacetime. Just enough that, when the proper counter-field is applied, that it would cause anything with mass to move. Exactly in the direction where the debris now is. Hakran K'hal: It also should bother a dilithium matrix. Which we seem to be experiencing. Irene Mincine: :: Irene was lost. :: "Like... letting the air out of a balloon?" Hakran K'hal: More like raising an anchor, in a quantum sense. William Chocox: ::finishes setting the deflector dish:: It's on sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: Scans Dubois :: Tandaris Admiran: Thank you Tandaris Admiran: +Bridge+ Deflector ready. Hakran K'hal: :: looks to Miranda :: Hunter Matheson: ::holding steady::: Cptn Swain: ...and... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Alright... give it a shot. Hakran K'hal: Rhan, engage deflector dish. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 1125.2018 The Excalibur has responded to a distress call, where after some uh... unusual happenings, they found themselves in a four way stare down between a Kaedwan vessel who claimed not have gotten any distress call, a Tamaran vessel who did, and a Romulan warbird that has yet to reveal what exactly they are doing here. We also detected debris that matches the general parameters of a Kaedwan freighter, though it is in a slightly wrong position (and now in Tamaran space.), the warbird's commander has ordered the Kaedwan to move out of weapons range, and we have done the same with the Tamarans.

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is en route, responding to a distress call from a Kaedwani freighter on the border of Confederation and Tamaran space. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ::on the bridge, furrowed brow:: William Chocox: ::is down in engineering monitoring systems from Engineering:: Hunter Matheson: :::manning helm, keeping even, steady progress toward the call:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Getting things ready for the distress call :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::at tactical, also furrowing his brow:: Still nothing on screens. Hunter Matheson: ::just focused, watching everything to be sure there aren't any glitches::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Though grumpy that her workout had been interrupted, the alert was more important than her exercise time. Miranda had changed and strode onto the bridge to take her seat.:: Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, making sure the staff is preparing.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene 'volunteered' for a bridge shift and followed Miranda onto the bridge, taking the auxiliary science station. :: William Chocox: +Bridge+ Bridge, Engineering here. Do we have any idea what to expect? Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: We still don't have any signs of the freighter on sensors. We should be arriving at the coordinates soon. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::still frowning:: +Engineering+ Nothing yet. The signal came from a Kaedwani freighter and seemed to be under attack. We've had no further contact. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Frowns and leans forward in her seat.:: Long range sensors? Nothing? William Chocox: +Augustin+ Got it. Hunter Matheson: Approaching coordinates in ten, Captain. Hunter Matheson: ::listening closely to TAC::: Cptn Swain: ::Looks over to Miranda:: It's very strange. Nothing on sensors at all. Hunter Matheson: Coordinates in five, sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: to Dubois :: Do we know anything yet? Irene Mincine: :: Irene quietly awaited orders during this obviously delicate situation, watching the others work. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes head.:: Just that it was a distress call from a freighter. Hunter Matheson: ::prepared for just about anything, since nothing is showing on sensors:: (w) Tork, stay frosty. Hunter Matheson: ::checking evasive maneuvers and a bunch of other things:: Cptn Swain: Take us to impulse. Hunter Matheson: Full impulse, aye. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sensors do show a debris field, several thousand klicks form where the distress signal was sent, but it appears to have been there for several hours at least. Hunter Matheson: Debris field ahead. Permission to go half impulse. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Hunter Matheson: Going to half impulse. Cptn Swain: Irene? Irene Mincine: :: Fiddling with her console. :: "The debris field's been there a while, sir. Couple of hours. It's far older than the distress call." Cptn Swain: That's interesting. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda stood to get closer to the main viewer, pulling up even with the tactical station. She glanced briefly at the TAC sensor readings, still frowning.:: Cptn Swain: What is the debris from? William Chocox: ::monitors power levels:: Irene Mincine: "Debris field make-up and mass is consistent with a freighter or vessel of similar size." :: Irene turns and gives a sour look to the captain. :: "Energy readings are consistent with what we know of Kaedwani technology, sir." Indaura Ryssan: :: Waiting in relative silence :: Cptn Swain: ::Stands looking at Miranda for a moment:: Put it on screen. Maryse Dubois: I wonder what is taking so long. ::Checks on a console.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She tapped a sequence on one side of the TAC console to magnify the debris field.:: Cptn Swain: Calculate the distance from the debris field to where the original signal was sent. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::frowning:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Awaits her finding :: Cptn Swain: Lu'an> ::the acting operations officer sent down status updates to medical and engineering, informing them of the situation:: Maryse Dubois: Seems we have a bit of a mystery on our hands. Cptn Swain: Bring us in closer Hunter. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Coming to 35,000 km. Hunter Matheson: ::figuring that should be a safe distance::: Indaura Ryssan: Great.. Irene Mincine: :: Irene taps on her console, inlaying a diagram of the local area on the main viewer. :: "The debris field is here, and the distress signal originated from... there, sir." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: But why the difference in time between the distress call and the age of the debris field? Was the signal delayed when it reached us? ::Musing aloud.:: Cptn Swain: Good question. Cptn Swain: Begin a full spectral scan. I suppose we should bring some of the debris aboard. Odd that the Kaedwani haven't arrived yet. Or even the Tamarans. Cptn Swain: ACTION> As Excalibur moves in closer there is a brief distortion on sensors, a glitch perhaps? Then, suddenly in front of us appear a Kaedwani cruiser and a Tamaran galleon near the debris field. Their weapons are armed and pointed at each other. Hunter Matheson: Oh, sh.... Hunter Matheson: There's your answer, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What in the blazes?! Red alert! ::Eyes wide.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Where did they come from? William Chocox: ::looks up at the lights:: +Bridge+ Something interesting happen? Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::brings us to Red Alert, shrugs at Miranda:: They weren't there a few second ago. Cptn Swain: Lu'an> Sir, they're hailing. Irene Mincine: "It's also possible the signal could have been jammed at the source and re-transmitted by the culprits..." :: Irene begins a full scan, which is quickly overloaded by the two cruisers in front of us! :: "Whoa! Unknown, sir. I picked up some kind of spatial distortion just before they appeared..." Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Irene, but nods:: Put them through. Cptn Swain: +Vessels+ This is Captain Asher Swain of the USS Excalibur and... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She strode over to Irene's station and peered over her shoulder.:: What sort of distortion? Hunter Matheson: Space and time bend, ma'am. Could cause a distortion, but they're usually small, not... big. Cptn Swain: Gael Tor> +Excalibur+ This is Captain-General Gael Tor of the Tamaran Empire. We welcome your assistance. These... ::nearly spits:: fools are accusing us of attacking their freighter. We were merely responding to a distress call. Irene Mincine: :: Irene fiddles with the scanner settings. :: "I'm not sure, Commander. It was only there for a moment before the two ships appeared. Not long enough to get any concrete reading." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kaedwani cruiser> +Excalibur+ Who are you?! What are you doing in this sector? If you are allies of the Tamaran empire, you will be dealt with accordingly. Hunter Matheson: ::considers the present detected area of the distortion, plots an exit vector or two, especially one that will stay away from those two gunslingers:: Cptn Swain: +Both+ ::It was going to be one of those days:: We are here to render aid. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kaedwani cruiser> Aid to whom? The Tamaran?! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Excalibur+ Cptn Swain: Gael Tor> +all+ As were we! Cptn Swain: +KC+ We received a distress signal from one of your vessels. We are returning from a trade mission on Miraxis IV. Irene Mincine: :: Irene keeps trying to scan the distortion, though according to her console the two ships' warp emissions are making it pretty difficult to crank the sensitivity of the sensors up. She frowns to Miranda. :: "That's all I've got for now, sir." Cptn Swain: Hunter bring us about but keep our approach friendly. Hunter Matheson: Coming about, aye. Indaura Ryssan: Do they need us? Hunter Matheson: Remaining at half impulse. Where exactly should I aim, sir? Between ships? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She bit her lip.:: Mmmm... that could literally be anything. From a sensor glitch to a cloaking field. Though I've never seen one that wasn't attached to a vessel. Something new, perhaps? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kaedwani cruiser> +Excalibur+ You lie! We have not sent nor received any sort of distress signal. Hunter Matheson: Coming to one quarter impulse. Cptn Swain: Pull up the distress signal. Irene Mincine: :: Nod. :: "That's the best the sensors can do at the moment... I can have the computer crunch on it and see if it matches anything we've seen before in the database." Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::lowly:: The debris has drifted into Tamaran space... Hunter Matheson: Holding steady at 20,000 km, within transport distance. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Let me know if anything else blips. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sensors detect what appears to be a brief neutrino surge off Excalibur's port bow. Irene Mincine: "Will do-- wait..." :: Irene focuses the ship's sensors on the port bow. :: "Neutrino surge, sir. I think we've seen that one before." Hunter Matheson: Uh.. oh... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kaedwani cruiser> ::Their drives powered up and they moved quickly toward the debris field to claim it, ignoring the fact that it was in Tamaran territory.:: Cptn Swain: Gaul Tor> +Open+ Kaedwani vessel cease at once. You are violating Tamaran space... Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Tamaran vessel targets the Kaedwani. Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Bring us about... Hunter Matheson: Coming about... Cptn Swain: +Both+ Excuse me, but let’s all just take a very deep breath. Hunter Matheson: Suggest going to 50,000 km, Captain. Cptn Swain: ACTION> A Romulan vessel drops cloak immediately between both vessels. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Neutrino surge... that's a Romu... ::Trails off as one appears on the sensors. Miranda clenched her teeth.:: Great... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kaedwani cruiser> +All+ This is the debris of one of our vessels and it was destroyed by the Tamaran! We will have the evidence for a formal investigation! Irene Mincine: :: Irene's attention drifts to the main viewer... :: Cptn Swain: Shaelon> +All+ This is Commander tr'Shaelon of the Imperial warbird Lakin to Kaedwani vessel. Break off now and return to your borders. Federation I suggest you order your Tamaran dogs to do the same and the two of us should chat. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Signal the Tamaran to move to a safe distance and to power down weapons. Hunter bring us alongside the Romulan ship. Cptn Swain: And someone find me Issaha. Hunter Matheson: Aye, aye, Captain. Coming about to two zero nine mark three.... Hunter Matheson: ::eases alongside the Romulan ship:: Position achieved. Going to station keeping. Irene Mincine: :: Irene makes extra sure that there's no more Romulans around on the scanner. :: Cptn Swain: Tamaran Vessel> ::begins moving away, powering down its weapons:: Cptn Swain: ::Waits for the Kaedwani to do the same.:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

SD 1118.2018 The Excalibur is en route, responding to a distress call from a Kaedwani freighter on the border of Confederation and Tamaran space.

Cptn Swain: MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has left orbit of Maraxis IV and has dropped off the Director on the Kaedwan homeworld; we are now headed back towards Federation space. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Irene Mincine: :: Irene is down in the biology lab running water samples from the planet through various pieces of lab equipment. She loads some vials into a centrifuge and starts them a-spinning. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Glad to be back where it is nice and dry.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Now that they were underway and the resupply had gone without a hitch, Miranda had decided to blow off some steam in the holodeck. She still couldn't punch her way through her problems, not with her sore hand, but shooting things was almost as much fun.:: Cptn Swain: ::In his ready room, drinking tea and looking over a report on the water samples from the planet. He also had an unread letter from Arden sitting nearby.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::reading a romance novel in engineering:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( I bet Trill romance novels are very complicated. )) William Chocox: ::walks into Engineering and goes to his workstation:: Is that a new novel or the same one? Tandaris Admiran: No, the last one was a mystery. Tandaris Admiran: In this one, three people have been murdered in a locked room, and there are no obvious suspects. Indaura Ryssan: That was a fascinating place, don't you think? William Chocox: I thought the last one was a romance novel, and this one sounds like a mystery. Hakran K'hal: :: stops by the biology lab :: Tandaris Admiran: No, this one is definitely a romance. Think about it: they catch the killer and live happily ever after. Romance. The last one was a mystery. Think about it: they have to figure out how to be together despite all the challenges in their way. They're solving a mystery. Irene Mincine: :: The centrifuge spins and spins. :: "Computer, addition to work log. Begin centrifuge sequence on samples 44B to 64B - 90 minute period. Samples 24B to 43B are in the curing oven." :: She doesn't notice Hakran come in. The computer beeps acknowledgement. :: William Chocox: That's...that's not how any of this works. Hakran K'hal: Any results so far? Rhan K'hal: :: minding the bridge :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up from the PADD she was reading.:: Oh, yeah. At least everything seemed to run smoothly. Irene Mincine: "Oh! I didn't know you were here." :: Irene turns away from the lab equipment to face K'hal. It looks like she's been working hard. :: "The biology of the organisms in the water is nothing like conventional non-deuterium life. That's about all I know so far, and what all this equipment is for." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She was sweating by the time she made it through the first round. Taking a breather while the computer randomized the next encounter, she checked the chrono and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::arrives on the bridge, carrying a PADD:: Hakran K'hal: :: nods, smiles :: A challenge, something to look forward to. And having a Cait for a boss you'll get used to me popping up behind you. Eventually. Rhan K'hal: :: glances over, finger salutes :: Commander. William Chocox: ::starts working on his pet project again:: Irene Mincine: :: Something beeps behind her - Irene resets some timers, jiggles some levers... :: "I suppose there are worse bosses to have. And worse challenges to have, too." Indaura Ryssan: :: Looking over the information she gathered from their last mission :: Hakran K'hal: Speaking of challenges and felinoids, Rhan and I are still working with our two friends. Maybe by the time 'Fleet figures out what to do with them for the long run we'll know their names. We do have more general vocabulary down. In any case, thank you for caring for them otherwise, they appreciate. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Nods:: Mister K'hal. How are things? Rhan K'hal: They left the J.G. with the keys, so very calm at the moment, sir. Irene Mincine: "Thank you, sir!" :: She's still messing with lab equipment, recording results... :: "I love taking care of them - they're adorable, intelligent, and sweet. I'm glad you've made a connection with them." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda launched into the next round, running for cover as phaser fire came from the darkness. She saved her return fire until she drew closer and could see her target. Slowly, she began working her way forward, crouching, skittering, rolling to dodge enemy fire.:: Indaura Ryssan: There is so much data here from our new friends. William Chocox: ::leans back from a flair:: Meant to do that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( That better not be anything explosive, Chocox. )) Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I've been skimming through some of it. Hakran K'hal: I'll leave you to the work, just wanted to make sure you hadn't accidentally grown a giant deuterium-powered sea monster with a little ionizing radiation. Let's keep it that way. :: chuckles and exits the lab :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Smirks:: Got to say, not sure when the last time we had such a routine mission was. William Chocox: ((Far as you know.)) Rhan K'hal: 3 commanding officers ago, as far as I know. Irene Mincine: "Not yet, sir." :: Irene finally got everything set up the way she needed. :: "Another 80 minutes of centrifuge to go..." :: She turned around and Hakran was gone. :: "Oh, he left..." Indaura Ryssan: And those creatures. I would have liked one or two if I thought they could survive in our environment. Hakran K'hal: :: off to slide silently into and out of other labs mysteriously :: Maryse Dubois: The ship is becoming a zoo as it is. We don't need more animals. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Smirks:: Our new marine commander is going to get the wrong idea about us. Irene Mincine: :: Irene checks the holodeck status on a wall computer. She did have some time to kill, after all. Miranda was in one? Maybe she could use some personal training! :: "Ensign Mincine to Commander Hawthorne. Up for some holodeck activity?" Rhan K'hal: Considering we wore the last one into retirement, maybe a more gentle transition is in order. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Chuckles:: I suppose. William Chocox: ::turns toward Tandaris:: Am I missing an eyebrow? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Another phaser beam shot past her, inches from her shoulder, and she ducked and rolled, coming up behind a stack of crates. She returned fire, striking her opponent. Another shot came from the left and she dodged again, firing in that direction. Her shot missed, but the second hit. Her aim was getting better.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Computer, pause simulation. ::She needed a breather, anyhow. Wiping away her sweat, she hailed Irene.:: +Irene+ If you have a free hour, feel free to join me. I'm just doing a bit of target practice. Tandaris Admiran: ::studies Chocox intently:: How many did you have previously? William Chocox: Two. Irene Mincine: +Miranda+ "Sure, love to. Be there in a few minutes. I'm running a centrifuge experiment in the lab - I've got some free time here." :: She heads out of the lab, securing the equipment before she leaves, and up to Miranda's holodeck. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Computer, resume. ::She jumped back into the sim, wanting to run through as far as she could go before Irene arrived.:: Hakran K'hal: :: slips into another lab to find Issaha bent over a console :: Indaura Ryssan: -++ Tandaris Admiran: Ah. Then no, both appeared accounted for. William Chocox: Alright. And if the commander asks I'm not working on something explosive. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Slips into the tactical console to finish a note:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene changed in the locker room into a more suitable outfit for athletic activity - a Science blue tank top that shows off her guuuuuuunz and some tight shorts that wouldn't get in the way. 10 minutes or so later, she entered Miranda's holodeck. :: Tandaris Admiran: ::licks finger, turns the page on his novel:: Excellent. Tandaris Admiran: Wait Tandaris Admiran: *Are* you working on something explosive? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::A shot of phaser fire streaked across the dark interior of the holodeck and almost struck Irene, barely missing her leg.:: William Chocox: If you don't know you won't have to lie. Irene Mincine: :: Irene drew her phaser and instinctively took cover behind a large plastic crate. :: "Commander!" Tandaris Admiran: That's not how this works. That's not how any of this works. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda looked back toward the door and straightened.:: Computer, end sim. ::The dark interior faded and was replaced by the standard holodeck grid.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She grinned at Irene.:: Don't worry, my safety protocols were on. Still would have hurt if it had hit you, however. William Chocox: It's not explosive. Irene Mincine: :: Irene made sure her phaser was set to simulation mode - it was automatically when she stepped into the program. :: "I've been phasered plenty of times, Commander. Don't worry about it." :: She stood up from behind her rapidly-disappearing crate. :: "There a reason you were working on target practice, sir?" Hakran K'hal: :: decides Issaha is wrapped up enough in his current work to not bother him, slips back out the door, realizing that the new doors really are almost silent - figures it's about time that doors stop whooshing :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> A signal pings on sub-space. It's a distress call from a Kaedwan Freighter. Rhan K'hal: Ops> Sir, we're receiving a distress call from a Kadwan freighter. Tandaris Admiran: Is it corrosive? Rhan K'hal: Put it through. Rhan K'hal: +Swain+ Captain to the bridge! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Because I need the practice. Just like hand to hand. I'm woefully out of practice. Too much time spent crawling through engineering tubes and skimming paperwork. William Chocox: Could be. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed.:: William Chocox: Depending on the circumstances. Tandaris Admiran: ::sigh:: Rhan K'hal: Ops> :: puts through what there is of the distress call :: Cptn Swain: Distress Signal> ::heavy static almost nothing comes through:: Und..er att..ck. M-y Da- H-lp. Can't get out. Can't get.... ::transmission stops at its source: Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiled. :: "I know what you mean. It's always good to get out from behind the desk, yeah?" Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Lifts a brow and begins to triangulate the distress signal:: Rhan K'hal: Helm, be prepared to come about. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, especially to work out some frustrations. ::She flexed her injured hand.:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> I have a fix on the signal, but long-range sensors can't confirm anything there. It's on the border of Kaedwan and ::frowns:: Tamarian space. Rhan K'hal: Well, won't that be fun. Helm, set course and engage, max speed. Yellow alert. Irene Mincine: "Still not ready for combat training?" :: Irene rolled her shoulder - you could still see the healing wound from where Maryse put it all back together, plus the remnants of the starburst pattern deep phaser burn :: "Yeah, me neither, probably..." Rhan K'hal: Call ahead to the freighter, acknowledge the signal and then forward a message to the Confederacy to let them know we're responding. Cptn Swain: ::Looks up at the alert:: +bridge:: Report. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks up :: Yellow alert... Rhan K'hal: +Swain+ Captain, we've received a distress call from a Kaedwan freighter. I've put us on course, was about to contact you again. William Chocox: ::looks at the lights:: Looks like we're about to be needed. Cptn Swain: ::Steps out onto the bridge:: Lovely. Cptn Swain: ...and.. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, one reason why I've been taking it easy. ::She frowned as the alert sounded and moved to the holodeck control panel to see what was going on.:: Rhan K'hal: :: rises from the chair :: I didn't get to tell you the best part, it's on the Tamarian border on top of it. Maryse Dubois: It was only a matter of time before the quiet died. Rhan K'hal: :: takes ops back :: Cptn Swain: This just gets more fun. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM